[It's not that different than what happened next on that night in the woods, really. Once she'd cried herself out and Kon had cleaned up the mess she'd made, he had come for her, scooped her up and carried her off to Cassie's.
She's been in there too long, watching and reliving it all more times than she should have (once was too many times). When Kon pulls her into his arms, at first she doesn't realize she's not still trapped in her memory; there's a delay between hearing him and realizing what he's said. She blinks at him. His old costume. This is not part of her memory, it's happening now. Kon's real. His hair is different. These are the things Cissie focuses on, the things she uses to pull herself back to the present.]
...Okay. [It's the best she can do, but it's more than she managed to say for hours, that day. She has to answer Kon, because she doesn't want to do that to him again. She wants to tell him that she liked his old costume, that she sometimes misses that silly leather jacket. The problem is that as soon as she breaks her silence and says it, her eyes fill with tears and she can feel her self-control start to crumble. She tightens her grip around his neck and presses her face into his shoulder, letting him carry her out of her room and away from the sounds of her memory beginning to start over on a new loop behind them.]
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She's been in there too long, watching and reliving it all more times than she should have (once was too many times). When Kon pulls her into his arms, at first she doesn't realize she's not still trapped in her memory; there's a delay between hearing him and realizing what he's said. She blinks at him. His old costume. This is not part of her memory, it's happening now. Kon's real. His hair is different. These are the things Cissie focuses on, the things she uses to pull herself back to the present.]
...Okay. [It's the best she can do, but it's more than she managed to say for hours, that day. She has to answer Kon, because she doesn't want to do that to him again. She wants to tell him that she liked his old costume, that she sometimes misses that silly leather jacket. The problem is that as soon as she breaks her silence and says it, her eyes fill with tears and she can feel her self-control start to crumble. She tightens her grip around his neck and presses her face into his shoulder, letting him carry her out of her room and away from the sounds of her memory beginning to start over on a new loop behind them.]