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Hugs Are Important
The first thing Emily notices is that something felt weird when she pulled open the door to Hank's lab.
The second thing Emily notices is that what's on the other side of the door is not Hank's lab.
"That's weird," she muses, stepping inside and looking around. Surely someone would have mentioned if they were remodeling? Surely she would have noticed it happening?
...Surely they wouldn't have installed a bar?
For lack of a better idea of what to do, she wanders up to the bar, still looking around to see if an explanation for this oddness will be readily apparent.
"This is strange," she murmurs, drumming her fingers on the bar.
The second thing Emily notices is that what's on the other side of the door is not Hank's lab.
"That's weird," she muses, stepping inside and looking around. Surely someone would have mentioned if they were remodeling? Surely she would have noticed it happening?
...Surely they wouldn't have installed a bar?
For lack of a better idea of what to do, she wanders up to the bar, still looking around to see if an explanation for this oddness will be readily apparent.
"This is strange," she murmurs, drumming her fingers on the bar.
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The little girl bursts into tears.
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"My," she says, slowly and not without hiccupping, "my brothers, my twin brother, won't hug me, any more."
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"My, uh, my twin's been a telepath since we were babies?" she offers weakly. "I've--literally never not known her like that--this isn't helping, do you want a hug from me, I know it's not the same but it's something, is there literally anything I can do..."
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She really wasn't lying about not minding mind reading. She knows, objectively, that some people do, and she respects that, but she finds it odd. How can you not want to be understood like that?
This is a little backgrounded, though, under sorrow sympathy I hope it'll be alright wish there was more I could do hugs. And a sort of general wave of affection--you are a stranger, yes, but you are a person who is suffering and a child on top of that and you should not be suffering and it is bad.
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Hugs. She can't fix this--it's not logically impossible to fix but any cure would by definition be worse than the disease--but she can do hugs.
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"My name's Kiribel Ardelay."
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And boy is there a lot of context under that. She has--somehow, she doesn't think about the mechanics--two fathers, only one of whom she can publicly admit. Her sister is not, legally, her sister. The fact that her name probably should be Xavier-Lehnsherr or Lehnsherr-Xavier or something but isn't.
She doesn't dwell on this, it just passes through her mind as an accepted piece of context.
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"So if you don't have Ardelays why can your sister read minds?"
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And it's not only wings and blue skin that can be different, physiologically. That's how Emily has two dads.
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