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[He'd been about to try articulating another question - something along the lines of what the hell are you talking about, I grew up around elephants and there definitely wasn't one in here just now - when she got up and fled to the bathroom. After a moment, he pushed himself to his feet and followed her, standing several feet away from the door to the bathroom.]

It's just a B- [He cut himself off, swallowing slightly.] It's gonna be over soon. I promise.

[Or so he hoped, anyway. The floods he'd been around for ended pretty quickly one way or another. Still, the statement was sincere, and he wished there was something more he could do.]

[Ariadne turned on the water and splashed some up in her face. How could she be losing her grasp on reality so quickly already? She hadn't gone under since the job and had been sleeping pretty well, despite a few nights here and there that eluded her, why was she suddenly seeing things? The flood explained part of it, yeah, but not enough of it. She leaned against the sink for a few moments, tucking her totem back away in her pocket before opening the door, looking a little less than sure, cautious like she was whenever she saw Mal. Would another train come busting through the room?]

[Dick sighed, frustrated. He didn't know what he could do to help, especially if he couldn't really talk. He leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door and rubbed a hand over his eyes, careful not to touch his still healing nose more then he had to. Sure, this might have - in some ways - been better then desperately trying to find something to do to keep busy or something, but it sort of sucked that the flood was impeding his ability to try and help with whatever was bothering her, let alone communicating with anyone in general.

When she opened the door, he tried smiling reassuringly, once again carefully picking his words before speaking.] It's going to be okay.

Edited 2011-02-08 04:04 (UTC)

[Ariadne wondered just how crazy she looked to him. Seeing things and running off into the bathroom, it all had to look utterly bizarre. Still, she had to have some sort of confidence that he wouldn't make her question reality. Or run off screaming. She blinked a few times before nodding.]

Yeah.

[That got him to smile a little wider, once again tiptoeing around nouns.] I know it sucks, but... I promise you're not going crazy. It's just... [He gestured.] Where we are.

[Meaning, the Barge, but for the sake of not calling it the BatBarge, he stuck with being vague.]

[Ariadne wasn't quite so sure, she ran a hand over her damp face and tucked yet another strand of hair behind her ear.]

Sorry I... [she gave a vague gesture to the whole pushing him off of the couch thing.]

It's hard to sit still when there's a... [wait, crap] an elephant pounding through your room.

I get that. [Seriously, he got the being afraid of things that weren't actually there thing. He'd had enough experience with Scarecrow's fear gas and all sorts of other crazy hallucinations to know how crappy it felt not to be able to trust your own mind and fearing what it was presenting to you.]

It's okay, seriously. Come on, let's go sit down. Or, I don't know, do you want to try eating B- dammit. [He smiled sheepishly.] Sorry. I still can't really control it.

[Ariadne didn't really want anything to eat and didn't really want Dick going into the kitchen, but she offered a slight smile as she moved back toward the couch, stepping over the holes in the floor that hadn't quite closed yet. ]

We can go back to using a notebook.

Awesome.

[He sat back down on the couch and wrote her a new note, handing it over once he'd blacked out the offending prefix.]

So, what do you want to Battalk about?

[Ariadne folded her legs underneath herself on the couch, pulling the blanket back up over them. She swallowed and hesitated before looking up at him again. The most pressing matter was the trains plowing through rooms she seemed to be in, but there had been something else she wanted to talk about.]

It can wait until you can talk again.

[Having his company was nice enough for now.]

[He gave her a look, raising an eyebrow before dramatically to a new page in the notebook.]

I can Battalk. Just not out loud.

[That at least earned a genuine smile from her. It keeps up for a few moments before it slowly dissolves away again. Franklin's post had only cemented her suspicions of what had happened.]

Hayley killed someone.

[And the warden feels an immense amount of guilt for it, that much is clear.]

[Dick immediately sobers, looking away from Ariadne and not bothering with the notebook.]

I know.

[And again, he really, really didn't know what to think about it. On the one hand, he'd promised he wouldn't stop being friends with her once he found out why she was an inmate, and he'd known something like this was the case from the way she'd talked about what she'd done at home, but he didn't understand why she'd just... killed a guy. And honestly? He had no idea what he was supposed to do about it.]

[Ariadne watched him, looking for a response more than that, whether in his body language or expression. Maybe this was really how Cobb felt. He'd planted an idea in Mal's head, who said that Ariadne, just in being here, hadn't planted that one in Hayley's? Needless to say, she knew nothing about the inmate's past and could really only make assumptions. However, Dick's reaction doesn't give her much encouragement.

Still the timing of the whole night before had been absolutely uncanny. The architect briefly thought about the bags sitting in her kitchen. Arthur was more than competent and he'd been here longer. He could save Cobb, right?]

[Dick was quiet for a moment before looking over at her, noting the searching expression. He smiled slightly, not sure what she was looking for. He wasn't really sure of anything when it came to this whole situation, honestly, and for the moment? He didn't want to think about it. It was easier to pretend like he wasn't conflicted or extremely bothered by what had happened and focus on the here and now instead.]

What?

[Ariadne didn't quite know what to think of his general non-reaction, but after a couple moments of considering, thought it was likely better that he took a neutral position in not saying anything. He didn't have to get involved. She leaned back against the couch, shifting so she faced him more fully and shook her head.]

How's the nose?

[AND SHE UTTERED THE WORST WORD AGAIN. The rattling starts up and she's unfolding her legs from underneath herself, looking around.]

It's doing better.

[It was. There was still some bruising, but it was fading and he'd probably be fine in another couple days, maybe another two or three weeks according to Dr. Jones. He might have elaborated, but he noticed the change in her position and general demeanor and he shifted on the couch too, more alert and focused on what was bothering her, which once again he couldn't see or hear.]

What's wrong?

[And there came the train through her front door. She literally had nowhere to go, she couldn't jump far enough or high enough and simply closed her eyes. If it was going to to hit her, then she didn't want to see it. She wanted to wake up.]

Wake me up. Wake me up. Wake me up.

[Dick still couldn't see... the elephant or whatever it was that was freaking her out this badly, but he knew he needed to try and get her to focus on reality, while not freaking her out more then he had to. And if they were about to be trampled by something, he needed to get her out of the way so he had any hope of

So, this time, he pulled her off the couch and hopefully far enough away from the intruder that was apparently coming in through the front door that she could focus on him and not whatever it was that was freaking her out this badly.

He gently grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to get her to look at him. This felt oddly familiar. For only having been here for twoish months, he'd done a lot of talking people down from hallucinations.] Ariadne, calm down, it's okay. It's okay.

[They just cleared the train and Ariadne could hear the roar of it in her ears, just behind her as she kept her eyes shut while it passed, not even quite aware he was talking to her or even that he'd saved her. Her hand almost immediately found its way to his elbow, anchoring her as she worked on breathing.

Between her gasping breaths:] I can't do... this.

[She'd said something similar after being stabbed by Mal, of seeing what Cobb's subconscious could do to her.]

[He squeezed her shoulders, his voice calm and controlled. The important thing in this sort of situation was to stay calm yourself, give the other person something to anchor themselves with, and between his training and practical use between things like fear toxin and detox, he was pretty used to doing just this.] It's okay, just take deep - Just keep breathing. It's okay. You're safe. Just keep focused on me, okay? You can do this, I know you can. Just take it easy.

[She thought about telling him that she'd meant the Barge, that she couldn't do the Barge anymore. It seemed to be clearly having an effect on her ability to distinguish between dreams and reality. But, she forced herself to listen to Dick and her other hand struggled away from her pocket to his on her shoulder. Breathe in, breathe out. ]

[Dick smiled slightly, squeezing her shoulders reassuringly.] See, you're okay. Everything's going to be fine.

[Of course, he wasn't thinking of the more long term stuff, but even if he had, he'd be saying the same thing.]

[Ariadne finally pried her eyelids open, feeling a little better for the shoulder squeeze. Her breath still continued to come quickly and she thought she saw some spots out of the corners of her eyes. And the rapid nodding that followed didn't help much. Things were going to be fine.

Stop thinking about trains, because if she didn't have a phobia of them before, one was rapidly developing.]

[His smile got wider as she opened her eyes, giving her another couple beats to try and get things under control, gently putting a hand against her cheek to try and get her to stop nodding. That was a great way to just feel more dizzy when you were already hyperventilating.] Take it easy. How do you feel?

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