Raleigh looks between them, her brows furrowing together, and she pauses, then speaks slowly. "I just- I... don't want to be in the way," she said after a second, clearing her throat. "Especially if you have plans, is all." She looks between the two of them, and she bites her lower lip.
She's still working on figuring out where she fits in all of this. She's only just started actually eating regular portions when they'd all eat together - she spent the first week picking at her food, taking the smallest amount possible because- because. Because she worried about being a leech, about not doing her share, about the fact that she had a place to stay. She was terrified of losing this place, because the nightmares - they were better than they could have been. She made the mistake of taking a nap while they were out once. Once, and she's never repeated it.
They're still bad. The nightmares are still bad, but it was nothing like that, nothing like knowing she was alone, and she'd be going back to that, if she left here. She's still nervous, even though it's getting better. She trusts both of them - that's the odd thing, she doesn't think they'd do it, but she's worried all the same.
That's why she'd been trying to pack it all up, to get it out of the way. She hesitates, and swallows thickly, and ventures- ".... I was making apple turnovers." Which... pretty much- they were for Joel, because that's what he liked. She liked all of it - everything she made, she liked; so she asked people what they liked, and made it for that, too. "So.. I mean, it'll be about another hour, but that at least has some nutrition, if you don't mind waiting? And you can make whatever for dinner, I won't be in the way since once they go in the oven, they just sort of... sit there."
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She's still working on figuring out where she fits in all of this. She's only just started actually eating regular portions when they'd all eat together - she spent the first week picking at her food, taking the smallest amount possible because- because. Because she worried about being a leech, about not doing her share, about the fact that she had a place to stay. She was terrified of losing this place, because the nightmares - they were better than they could have been. She made the mistake of taking a nap while they were out once. Once, and she's never repeated it.
They're still bad. The nightmares are still bad, but it was nothing like that, nothing like knowing she was alone, and she'd be going back to that, if she left here. She's still nervous, even though it's getting better. She trusts both of them - that's the odd thing, she doesn't think they'd do it, but she's worried all the same.
That's why she'd been trying to pack it all up, to get it out of the way. She hesitates, and swallows thickly, and ventures- ".... I was making apple turnovers." Which... pretty much- they were for Joel, because that's what he liked. She liked all of it - everything she made, she liked; so she asked people what they liked, and made it for that, too. "So.. I mean, it'll be about another hour, but that at least has some nutrition, if you don't mind waiting? And you can make whatever for dinner, I won't be in the way since once they go in the oven, they just sort of... sit there."