Lola wondered why all her friends, family, any sort of connection was with someone in some need of help. Was that her? Here, at least, everyone was some flavor of misfit toy. Never going to make a Christmas happy on their own, because they just didn't fit. Trains with square wheels and dolls that didn't look quite right. How Letha missed it, the clearly obvious, and instead found an insane conspiracy theory to latch onto?
But before Lola could process any of that she showed a face mixing revulsion with confusion. Because, to Lola, Ivar was never a potential romance. He couldn't be, he was spoiled, forever, by another version of him sleeping with someone Lola could not stand. Another version of herself. So the very concept just boggled and disgusted her to the point it caused her hair to go a little green. A sickly color right out of Wizard of Oz. It would take a moment for Lola to calm down and try to explain in ways Letha might understand, how she monumentally fucked up and it would never quite go away.
Unlike that steak.
"First off, if this was about me, I'd have gotten over it in a few months. I don't really hold grudges for myself. If this was about Ivar, I never would have gotten so mad in the first place. The two of you proved quite well he can take care of himself." Lola's managed to calm herself down enough to relax, lean back, and not scream. Which... was way better than she expected going into this. She kinda knew it'd always happen, but she hadn't really planned it out. "You don't get to run off through a portal leaving your baby behind. No matter who you have looking after her. And just breeze back in and act like you didn't do anything wrong."
"Also what Marco and Ivar do only matters to me if they do it on any of the living room furniture, or in my kitchen." Lola didn't really register that Marco's name was important to bring up last time, it wasn't her business. Also it wasn't really Letha's business either. And it certainly wasn't her place to out Ivar to Letha after Letha vanished. But mostly she didn't think it was an important detail, so two of her housemates were dating, no big deal. "I didn't even bother to mention my love life since you left, something that's actually mine to tell. Which also would have told you I wasn't with Ivar. Something that won't happen in a billion years and if he's the last man on ear- this moon."
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But before Lola could process any of that she showed a face mixing revulsion with confusion. Because, to Lola, Ivar was never a potential romance. He couldn't be, he was spoiled, forever, by another version of him sleeping with someone Lola could not stand. Another version of herself. So the very concept just boggled and disgusted her to the point it caused her hair to go a little green. A sickly color right out of Wizard of Oz. It would take a moment for Lola to calm down and try to explain in ways Letha might understand, how she monumentally fucked up and it would never quite go away.
Unlike that steak.
"First off, if this was about me, I'd have gotten over it in a few months. I don't really hold grudges for myself. If this was about Ivar, I never would have gotten so mad in the first place. The two of you proved quite well he can take care of himself." Lola's managed to calm herself down enough to relax, lean back, and not scream. Which... was way better than she expected going into this. She kinda knew it'd always happen, but she hadn't really planned it out. "You don't get to run off through a portal leaving your baby behind. No matter who you have looking after her. And just breeze back in and act like you didn't do anything wrong."
"Also what Marco and Ivar do only matters to me if they do it on any of the living room furniture, or in my kitchen." Lola didn't really register that Marco's name was important to bring up last time, it wasn't her business. Also it wasn't really Letha's business either. And it certainly wasn't her place to out Ivar to Letha after Letha vanished. But mostly she didn't think it was an important detail, so two of her housemates were dating, no big deal. "I didn't even bother to mention my love life since you left, something that's actually mine to tell. Which also would have told you I wasn't with Ivar. Something that won't happen in a billion years and if he's the last man on ear-
this moon."