the walkie, waiting a few seconds as if debating saying something else before she releases the button.
she stumbles around her room, walkie hanging from her jacket pocket as she looks for her shoes.
the initial crackle of static that comes from the speaker of the walkie startles nancy, too deep in her thoughts and only half-present. she catches what robin says, like she catches anything robin-related.
“i’ll go over. i have a car,” she says, her voice still a bit »
robin’s voice crackles through the walkie a second later, a burst of static before she answers.
there’s a small pause first, though. like she needed that extra second to figure out how she wanted to sound.
“uh. yeah, yeah, of course,” she says quickly. “you can come over. ——
so she doesn’t lose any semblance of control she has left over herself and her emotions.
a half-exasperated chuckle slips out before she can stop it, a hand running through her hair.
“gotta prepare myself, you know? it’s not every day you——i’m on my way,” she murmurs into »
taking a deep breath, nancy begins to pace back and forth, her mind running a thousand miles a minute. teeth worry against lower lip, holding the walkie to her mouth before pressing the button on its side that would allow her to be heard on the opposite end of the line. »
“can i come over? or—you come over? this is a conversation i want to have face-to-face.” her voice is a little breathless, as unsteady as she feels and her stomach twists in knots she isn’t sure she’ll be able to handle. still, she wants to—*needs—to try. she owes robin that »