In Need of Rescue (Norah)

[William Doyle]

[will]Will blinked at her, both genuinely surprised and happy. "Thank you. No one has ever said that before. I mean, really said that." He was fully aware he was useful, that he was sometimes viewed as a thing that made everything run smoothly. Even his sister was guilty of it. It was something he'd accepted and with Norah's words, a certain tension ran out of him. All the calculating drained and Will set aside his chopsticks to think.

"I'm not one for laying around. I'll find plenty of things to do, I'm sure. You don't need anyone to highlight how good you guys are. You're doing a wonderful job of that on your own. I still want to talk to Rajeshara. To...to learn. And to get to know her." The professionalism had left him completely, leaving behind a man who was still a little lost but who was content.

"I apologize. I'm just...fumbling." Which was the truth, so he'd reverted to 'genie' as he now called it.[/will]

[Norah Byron]

[norah]"Fumbling is an appropriate reaction to finding out that your entire understanding of how the world works is missing a huge chunk of what's actually real." She smiled at him over the top of a wonton. "The thing is, you don't have to hold it together for my sake. I mean, it'd be a little uncomfortable if you burst into sobs right here and now. Among other things, I'm still starving. But just like you don't have to earn your keep by fixing everything that's wrong or even just not awesome enough, you don't have to be all smooth and unruffled, especially not today. Fumble. Ask questions. Offer theories. They're all valid, and nobody will think any less of you for them."[/norah]