She swallowed. Ashe had always been incredibly good at reading people. If she looked like she wasn't, that was because she often didn't care to satisfy or give them what they wanted. There was a big difference between not caring about someone else's feelings and not knowing that they had them.
The look in Chloe's eyes made her own body feel cold and confused. Then it dawned on her. Memories. Deerington messed up people's memories when they died too often. That meant that there was a very good chance that she absolutely had said what she thought was the right thing. Beyond that it meant that Chloe thought Ashe was her mother. Had their conversation in the diner stuck too hard?
Chloe had been through so much recently and if this was a temporary memory loss than maybe it was best not to make her head worse by challenging it. At least not until she figured out a little bit more.
"Lost a lot of blood last week, still ain't pumpin' properly to my head I guess. You can call me whatever you want." She reached up to pat her cheek, though it may have been a bit of an awkward tap. Wasn't that what mom's were supposed to do? That was about the extent of the affection she'd gotten from her own mother while she'd allowed it.
There's a slight ease in her shoulders, though not nearly as relaxed as she wishes it was. It's still awkward, still sticking some sort of unease through her body because why would any amount of blood loss make her think it was strange for her to call her own mother mom? She gave her a cautious look, before letting her worry take over instead.
"Jesus, Mom, if you lost that much, you should go back to lying down." She goes to take her hand in hers, squeezing it tightly before trying to push her back towards the couch. "Come on. Get. I'll have B.O.B. make you tea or something and we can watch a movie. Or you can fill me in on what the fuck happened to you while I was gone."
There's a pause before she gives her a serious look as she's trying to get her to go back to laying down; "You're okay, right?"
Ashe was almost always cool in a situation that caught her off guard, however of all scenarios that she'd played out in her head this was not one that had even come close to crossing her mind. It was taking her a moment to catch up and let go of her own sheer panic at the idea of Chloe thinking she was her mother.
Then Chloe looks at her with this concern and her heart tugs. If this was how Chloe could be with a mother, than her Mama was backwards to want to push her away. On top of that she thinks of her own mother. She couldn't really recall her mother being sick in order to offer care. She was, sometimes just passed out drunk in her parent's suite of rooms. Taking care of each other though, that was not a thing that the older female Ashe and the younger one had ever done so this was even more weird to Ashe than Chloe calling her mom.
She licks her lips and tries to figure out what a mother should do to soothe a child's concerns. She thinks about B.O.B. and reaches out to pull Chloe into a hug. "I'm just fine darlin'" She felt so good to hold, and it embarrassed her, so she pulled back. "Now quit worryin' about me!" She playfully scolded, before hollering out B.O.B.'s name and an order for afternoon tea.
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The look in Chloe's eyes made her own body feel cold and confused. Then it dawned on her. Memories. Deerington messed up people's memories when they died too often. That meant that there was a very good chance that she absolutely had said what she thought was the right thing. Beyond that it meant that Chloe thought Ashe was her mother. Had their conversation in the diner stuck too hard?
Chloe had been through so much recently and if this was a temporary memory loss than maybe it was best not to make her head worse by challenging it. At least not until she figured out a little bit more.
"Lost a lot of blood last week, still ain't pumpin' properly to my head I guess. You can call me whatever you want." She reached up to pat her cheek, though it may have been a bit of an awkward tap. Wasn't that what mom's were supposed to do? That was about the extent of the affection she'd gotten from her own mother while she'd allowed it.
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"Jesus, Mom, if you lost that much, you should go back to lying down." She goes to take her hand in hers, squeezing it tightly before trying to push her back towards the couch. "Come on. Get. I'll have B.O.B. make you tea or something and we can watch a movie. Or you can fill me in on what the fuck happened to you while I was gone."
There's a pause before she gives her a serious look as she's trying to get her to go back to laying down; "You're okay, right?"
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Then Chloe looks at her with this concern and her heart tugs. If this was how Chloe could be with a mother, than her Mama was backwards to want to push her away. On top of that she thinks of her own mother. She couldn't really recall her mother being sick in order to offer care. She was, sometimes just passed out drunk in her parent's suite of rooms. Taking care of each other though, that was not a thing that the older female Ashe and the younger one had ever done so this was even more weird to Ashe than Chloe calling her mom.
She licks her lips and tries to figure out what a mother should do to soothe a child's concerns. She thinks about B.O.B. and reaches out to pull Chloe into a hug. "I'm just fine darlin'" She felt so good to hold, and it embarrassed her, so she pulled back. "Now quit worryin' about me!" She playfully scolded, before hollering out B.O.B.'s name and an order for afternoon tea.