Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
"You are the cutest peanut butter cup ever to come down with Stockholm syndrome."
"It sucks because all the other stuff looked cool. I'd love to see more of it, but..."
"But a convention of biotinkers isn't exactly profligate with the trigger warnings. You could plot a route with your map."
"I forget the exact definition of profligate, does that mean they do or don't have them?"
"Yeah, that's what I was guessing. I'll figure something out. How long until lunch?"
"Yeah, let me look at my map and see if i can find something to do that won't risk further freakouts."
Katie gets up and has another brief wander of the place, avoiding spiders to the best of her ability.
Winged mice! Vat chicken! Glowing bonsai! An edible mold that tastes like cheese and will turn random kitchen biomass placed in its container into more of itself, except for citrus, it's allergic! Ostensibly telepathic dogs! Fuzzy caterpillar-looking things that eat dust! Bees that make maple syrup!
She sits down on a bench to rest and takes out her phone.
guys i'm at the con and i saw a spider and got freaked out and mo comforted me but like she wouldnt outright say she loved me even when i prompted her to and it has me very anxious
I know I know I know I'm stupid I'm crazy etc
But like
I just want to be loved
That's all I've ever wanted
And like she's doing all the right things superficially, far moreso than I could've reasonably expected before, but like
Does she love me?
Ok
Yeah
Yeah
I just need to give it time
Not everyone is as stupid and desperate as me
I mean, I've barely talked about my interests or anything with her
Oh God what if she thinks all my hobbies are dumb