[When Ib had gotten back to the gallery, nobody had acted like anything had happened. It had been disconcerting, that she had just been through that nightmare and yet things went on like it was normal. At first, Garry didn't even remember her, might not have if not for the handkerchief.
Which she still felt bad about. If he didn't remember her, he didn't remember what all he had to go through, too. She'd been sad at first and a little worried when he didn't seem to recognize her, since it brought up a lot of things she frankly didn't understand and in all honesty, she hadn't wanted to live with that stuff alone. Still, even with that, she wouldn't have willingly brought those memories back, even if it had meant losing her friend.
And she'd never said she was sorry for it, either. Now's probably not the time but she looks at him for a moment, hand still ready to hit the door, before nodding. She'd say it later.]
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Which she still felt bad about. If he didn't remember her, he didn't remember what all he had to go through, too. She'd been sad at first and a little worried when he didn't seem to recognize her, since it brought up a lot of things she frankly didn't understand and in all honesty, she hadn't wanted to live with that stuff alone. Still, even with that, she wouldn't have willingly brought those memories back, even if it had meant losing her friend.
And she'd never said she was sorry for it, either. Now's probably not the time but she looks at him for a moment, hand still ready to hit the door, before nodding. She'd say it later.]
Then they knew?