[ Root really isn't used to having friends in the conventional sense. Anyone she cares about at home who knows her genuinely is used to her pulling a disappearing act on a regular basis, sometimes for extended periods of time. It's not that she thinks they don't worry about her at all, but she's chosen the kind of life she leads and she doesn't really invite external commentary on her decisions. She doesn't even really let Shaw have a say most of the time.
She operates in the moment with the lightning-fast flash of synapse and most of the time there's no one there for her to disappoint.
As a result, it's surreal when she finds Charles's note. She actually reads it three times, a little more emotional than she wants to admit. She hasn't had a note like this to her, her real identity and person, Root, since...
Maybe ever. Hanna always knew her as Samantha, after all.
So it takes her a few minutes, but eventually she messages him. Root decides to apologize, which she doesn't do lightly -- mostly because she fully expects Charles wouldn't demand one if she didn't give it. ]
We're back now. I'm sorry. Not used to having anyone who worries when I'm gone.
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She operates in the moment with the lightning-fast flash of synapse and most of the time there's no one there for her to disappoint.
As a result, it's surreal when she finds Charles's note. She actually reads it three times, a little more emotional than she wants to admit. She hasn't had a note like this to her, her real identity and person, Root, since...
Maybe ever. Hanna always knew her as Samantha, after all.
So it takes her a few minutes, but eventually she messages him. Root decides to apologize, which she doesn't do lightly -- mostly because she fully expects Charles wouldn't demand one if she didn't give it. ]
We're back now. I'm sorry. Not used to having anyone who worries when I'm gone.
Come back to the apartment and I'll explain?