Maybe. [She nods. He's probably right, her last encounter is still pretty fresh but... Lois isn't even a ghost, really, she has no right to be haunting Ali, and something felt off about the whole thing, that one moment somehow managing to reverse realities, to make Lois so sharp and intensely tangible and the rest of Ali's life--the mansion, the band, the X-men, even Julian--seem like some hazy dream, a strange and sleepy hallucination to forget in the morning. Even standing in the kitchen, talking to her best friend, she can't entirely shake that feeling.
She thinks about telling him this, about asking him if it was the same with his brother. She sucks mashed potatoes off her fork instead, knowing better than to pick at old wounds with salt on her fingers.]
You're...yeah. I shouldn't think about it so much, huh?
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She thinks about telling him this, about asking him if it was the same with his brother. She sucks mashed potatoes off her fork instead, knowing better than to pick at old wounds with salt on her fingers.]
You're...yeah. I shouldn't think about it so much, huh?