She extended her hand and wondered if Echo would recoil, the way some people did. In private Dori wondered if she could blend into people if she tried harder, if she wanted to the way that James did. Back in school she had been called autistic once by a psychologist, a wrong diagnosis but one her guardians had embraced for lack of a better explanation.
“I won’t hurt you.” Her pale hand hung in the space between them. “I promise.”
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on 2014-04-12 09:27 pm (UTC)She extended her hand and wondered if Echo would recoil, the way some people did. In private Dori wondered if she could blend into people if she tried harder, if she wanted to the way that James did. Back in school she had been called autistic once by a psychologist, a wrong diagnosis but one her guardians had embraced for lack of a better explanation.
“I won’t hurt you.” Her pale hand hung in the space between them. “I promise.”