Vanessa hasn't imbibed enough of anything to feel much beyond the slight calming of her nerves, which is enough to make her appreciate Red's words for what they are without worrying too much about how undeserving she is of such considerations. She hopes that Red has met others to also earn such a trust, and that she will continue to. That she will know love in all its forms, and with each heartbreak find a way to turn that love inward. To do what Vanessa never could.
The image of Red sitting in such a position is all too familiar. How many times has Vanessa clutched at her knees whenever the ground below felt too unsteady?
She stretches to pull the ash tray near, resting the cigarette there should Red wish for any more. Vanessa isn't sure she needs it, but she isn't one to hinder the vices of her friends. She's one to sit near and nurture, at least when she isn't drowning in her own woe. The vision that Red creates is enough to pull Vanessa out of that self-pity, long enough to appreciate that trust that Red is offering.
Carefully, she smooths back the girl's long hair, letting it trail between her fingers after combing it behind her ear. She would have chased the minotaur ceaselessly to try to save Red. She would have found a way to tear into it with the bats even sooner, more like.
"It was the Doctor who managed to save you." Something that he had done more than once. She had expected him to be clever, and he was when he used the rope, but she hadn't expected an axe throw quite like that. "I know in my heart that he, too, would do anything to ensure your happiness."
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The image of Red sitting in such a position is all too familiar. How many times has Vanessa clutched at her knees whenever the ground below felt too unsteady?
She stretches to pull the ash tray near, resting the cigarette there should Red wish for any more. Vanessa isn't sure she needs it, but she isn't one to hinder the vices of her friends. She's one to sit near and nurture, at least when she isn't drowning in her own woe. The vision that Red creates is enough to pull Vanessa out of that self-pity, long enough to appreciate that trust that Red is offering.
Carefully, she smooths back the girl's long hair, letting it trail between her fingers after combing it behind her ear. She would have chased the minotaur ceaselessly to try to save Red. She would have found a way to tear into it with the bats even sooner, more like.
"It was the Doctor who managed to save you." Something that he had done more than once. She had expected him to be clever, and he was when he used the rope, but she hadn't expected an axe throw quite like that. "I know in my heart that he, too, would do anything to ensure your happiness."