Date: 2023-02-03 06:04 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] handleyourshit
handleyourshit: (Sad: Morning After)
Rosita leans over to see, and she's not so hard that she can't smile when she sees something like that. When she's glad, genuinely glad, that Dinah has something like that to keep. So many people where she's from... don't.

"Everyone I knew from before the virus hit is dead," she answers almost dismissively at this point; it's just a daily fact, one she's either processed or been forced to move past or both. Normally she'd leave it there, uninterested in trying to talk about ghosts she already buried or explain what her life was like back home to someone who didn't live it, but she looks at the picture again; Dinah has told her about Faith, about Zsasz, about Roman, about the terrible things Roman has done. Rosita can give up a story or two in the interest of more equal footing in a contract.

She sucks the back of her teeth, thinking, trying to decide.

"No one ever looked back at me like that. Not and meant it." No one is out there in the world, the last one or the next or this one, wishing they'd had one more kiss from Rosita Espinosa. "But there were a couple I might have thought were it for me."
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