[ a few years ago, the silence would have broken faith. she's spent her whole life getting rejected, and the weight of not knowing would get a tantrum. she'd storm out, go get drunk or fuck somebody and throw them out or just go ahead and start a fight, because that was just what she did when things didn't feel like they were in control.
now, she just waits and watches tyke; clearly not relaxed, but ready to hear whatever her verdict is. this is part of redemption, like angel keeps hammering into her head: it'll suck and it'll hurt and you'll want to give in, but you don't get to stop trying because you owe all the people you fucked that much.
when tyke asks for her device, though, some of the tension drains and a tentative but genuine smile crosses her face for a second. ] Does that mean I got the job?
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now, she just waits and watches tyke; clearly not relaxed, but ready to hear whatever her verdict is. this is part of redemption, like angel keeps hammering into her head: it'll suck and it'll hurt and you'll want to give in, but you don't get to stop trying because you owe all the people you fucked that much.
when tyke asks for her device, though, some of the tension drains and a tentative but genuine smile crosses her face for a second. ] Does that mean I got the job?