Honestly do you think you could just bring my chair? Those are kind of my legs, you know, and it's nice to have them around. Me, I'm fine where I am right now, and I'm helping, but when I can't do that from here I don't want to get stuck in a corner for the next who knows how long.
[ She's said she's fine when people have asked after her -- and she is. She isn't just paraplegic these days. She's paraplegic plus! But the reality is she was worried on a level of what it meant to be her and moving around.
And Adam's offering what she wants with his own kind of caveat. One she's happy to live with -- she's not the kind of proud to turn down necessary help. Still, her yes is more indirect, and she stops herself from typing, "Do you promise?" ]
( There is a hand written invitation addressed to Adam inviting them to a potluck dinner among friends on November 22nd, at Apartment 403. They're asked to RSVP at their earliest convenience, though the phrasing is more along the lines of, "I'd really love it if you would come!"
Probably the only surprising part of this entire invitation (past it's arrival in the first place) is the neat, flowing cursive handwriting it's been authored with. Collette has a bold, big way of writing... or something. )
Because I think it'd be fun to have you there! Which is teenage for "I like you and want you to come to a potluck dinner." Right now it's me and my roommates, Isaac's two best friends, Barnaby and his partner, and Miles and Franziska for sure!
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