[ nancy doesn't worry too much when she doesn't get a response - she herself took a long time to type all of that out, because no matter how long she's been here, the touch screen is still a lot to get used to. she probably looks a little startled when eleven is suddenly there, moving in to hug her tight.
it's just instinct to hug her back right away, no thought needed, maybe just as grateful for the hug as eleven is wanting to give her one. ]
You're alright?
[ she doesn't step back from the hug just yet, but- anything could have happened in the short moment between her last text and el getting here. she doesn't know, doesn't assume ]
[ The response is muffled in the fabric of Nancy's shirt. Eleven holds on tight. Sometimes she gets caught up in bigger things - in friends who hurt and the monsters past and present who hurt them. It's a good reminder that there's safety and warmth here. She'd rather Nancy be home, with Mike and the others, but she's also selfishly glad that Nancy is here. ]
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it's just instinct to hug her back right away, no thought needed, maybe just as grateful for the hug as eleven is wanting to give her one. ]
You're alright?
[ she doesn't step back from the hug just yet, but- anything could have happened in the short moment between her last text and el getting here. she doesn't know, doesn't assume ]
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[ The response is muffled in the fabric of Nancy's shirt. Eleven holds on tight. Sometimes she gets caught up in bigger things - in friends who hurt and the monsters past and present who hurt them. It's a good reminder that there's safety and warmth here. She'd rather Nancy be home, with Mike and the others, but she's also selfishly glad that Nancy is here. ]
Just... thank you, Nancy.