There's something about the way that he tells her that she doesn't have to do it alone that disarms her in a way that only Bill Denbrough can manage. It takes her by surprise, although maybe it shouldn't. But, as popular as she is, as successful as her adult life has seemed to be, she has been mostly alone throughout it all. She and Tom had good moments, little highlights of brightness in the pit of darkness that was their marriage sometimes, but outside of that a lot of her life has been a carefully orchestrated act. The polished and poised fashion designer that everyone knows and loves, the way she's sought out by both celebrities and common people alike. Her friends are generally also Tom's friends, and they're all too careful to look away, to not ask questions whenever she cancels a get-together at the last minute, or when she claims she had gotten into an accident to explain the newest injury that she can't quite hide.
But, just how it happened years ago, Bill makes her feel seen in a way that still takes her by surprise. Because he sees her, and he doesn't see her as weak, how she does on the worst days. He's still on her side, and she smiles as she digs out a cigarette for herself.
"You're right, we're not alone anymore." She lights her cigarette before offering to do the same for him. She takes a long drag of it like a pro, the burn of it bringing with it that familiar comfort she's used to. "For all the shit this trip brought, I'm glad we all found each other again."
Who knew, that back when they had made their pact, that it would lead to this. That it would impact their lives so deeply, that they'd be forever-changed by decisions they made at thirteen. As much as she had found herself cursing Mike for calling them, for dragging them back here and holding them to their promise, she's at least glad that they can salvage their friendship as well.
The image he paints is one that she can already see, as if the bonfire and the laugh that will accompany it are just happening a few feet away, and she smiles. "As soon as I get settled in, I think that's a hell of a way to do a housewarming party. I'm in." She flicks off the ashes over the railing, at the dirt below.
"It's crazy, isn't it?" Her eyes wander off to the town, the way it's slowly coming to life now that the sun is rising. "It's really over. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it's really done."
That they're alive, she doesn't say, but it's implied. After twenty-seven years of dreaming about all of them dying, to be free from it... It's more than she had ever expected.
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But, just how it happened years ago, Bill makes her feel seen in a way that still takes her by surprise. Because he sees her, and he doesn't see her as weak, how she does on the worst days. He's still on her side, and she smiles as she digs out a cigarette for herself.
"You're right, we're not alone anymore." She lights her cigarette before offering to do the same for him. She takes a long drag of it like a pro, the burn of it bringing with it that familiar comfort she's used to. "For all the shit this trip brought, I'm glad we all found each other again."
Who knew, that back when they had made their pact, that it would lead to this. That it would impact their lives so deeply, that they'd be forever-changed by decisions they made at thirteen. As much as she had found herself cursing Mike for calling them, for dragging them back here and holding them to their promise, she's at least glad that they can salvage their friendship as well.
The image he paints is one that she can already see, as if the bonfire and the laugh that will accompany it are just happening a few feet away, and she smiles. "As soon as I get settled in, I think that's a hell of a way to do a housewarming party. I'm in." She flicks off the ashes over the railing, at the dirt below.
"It's crazy, isn't it?" Her eyes wander off to the town, the way it's slowly coming to life now that the sun is rising. "It's really over. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it's really done."
That they're alive, she doesn't say, but it's implied. After twenty-seven years of dreaming about all of them dying, to be free from it... It's more than she had ever expected.