paradisalogs | Accept this confession

Who: Elektra and Fred
What: talking about the bb! Wes situation
When: backdated to the evening after Wesley's loss starts
Where: Elektra's room
Rating: PG-ish? There will be talk of really questionable parenting.

It takes a while to square away everything perfectly. She has to be sure Wesley in his current child form is actually asleep before they got into this. Out of paranoia, Elektra shuts her eyes and focuses a moment to be absolutely certain of it. Satisfied by what she sees, Elektra reopens them and gives Fred her full attention. It might look like stalling to anyone else. The story ahead of them was far from pretty or pleasant to speak of. Truly she is protective of the information and the man (or rather boy at the moment) himself. Wesley is her friend. It wouldn't be good for him to hear the story all over again given his reaction to the small mention of it earlier.

The thought of it made her visibly on edge. Even now she cannot quite shake the feeling something bad will happen to him while he is like this even if it is something as simple as being triggered from a story. It was easy to hide when he was the one worrying earlier. Now that is just them, well, Elektra is simply too accustomed to being up front with Fred now. "I think we're alright now." Elektra takes in her surroundings one last time. She thinks adults talking in the kitchen shouldn't raise any suspicion if he does suddenly wake up. It wouldn't hurt to add a little more to the scene. She needs to be able to move a little to ease her anxiety. “I should make tea. Do you want any?”

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She left them after lunch, even though it's been the absolute last thing Fred wanted to do. As confused as she felt, there was no denying that fact she's rather been there than not. Still, even though things had been less strained after their meal, Fred couldn't help but be aware of the fact that ultimately? Wesley didn't trust her.

Not now. Not in this form.

They had a long way to go between his now, and her later. And even then a good bit more trust to be lost in between. For the moment all his faith seemed to be placed firmly at the feet of Elektra. As fantastical as they story of how her friend had met the younger Wesley had seemed, there was clearly a great deal of truth to it.

And possibly even more Elektra hadn't said.

They'd had a hurried exchange over the journals, a promise to meet after Wesley was asleep. Now she found herself standing in her kitchen. Fred could feel her own stress creeping up into her shoulders.

"Tea's probably a good idea."

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