[ Weiss almost jumps with how fast the door opens, but she knew that he had probably been standing right there. Frost and Snow weren't exactly quiet, but Weiss understood. It was the same reason that instead of focusing on Jaune when he opens the door and starts backing up, she doesn't pursue him yet and focuses on Snow and Frost. Weiss stays in the doorway, kneeling down to pet the dogs in silence, waiting for Jaune to break it first. He's the one who needs to break it so he's got some control in this scenario. Weiss can wait, even if she wants so badly to be the one to do it, but she's sure that if she does Jaune will break.
So she waits, petting the dogs and whispering a quiet apology to Frost for leaving him for so long, along with a few other quiet words that aren't really saying anything so much as just saying something. When Jaune finally says to come in, she does, closing the door behind her and carefully stepping over some cans. Part of her wants to tell him to go take a shower so she can clean up, but that can wait. Weiss goes over and cleans off the hotel chair then sits down, picking Frost up off the floor to hold in her lap as she does. She doesn't quite look at Jaune for another few seconds, btu when she does, at the very least she doesn't look so scared. She looks tired, and seeing Jaune sitting there seems to make her tense more than a little. Last time she saw Jaune was when the real torture had begun. It was little wonder that she was tense, the last time she saw him had been the beginning of what Battler had wanted to show her.
She wasn't going to freak out like she had with Blake. She had this. This was intentional, this was under her control. She could do this. Weiss's voice came out in a whisper, gentle and calm and slower than the seconds that passed, despite that she was holding her breath as she counted. ]
[ And at the end she was able to take a deep, deep breath and slowly exhaled. It didn't always work, but reminding herself that she could still breathe at the end of that countdown and focusing on the numbers usually kept her from focusing on flashbacks. At least, it had started to once she'd practiced it. She knew Jaune would probably think it was weird, but it was better than nothing. ]
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So she waits, petting the dogs and whispering a quiet apology to Frost for leaving him for so long, along with a few other quiet words that aren't really saying anything so much as just saying something. When Jaune finally says to come in, she does, closing the door behind her and carefully stepping over some cans. Part of her wants to tell him to go take a shower so she can clean up, but that can wait. Weiss goes over and cleans off the hotel chair then sits down, picking Frost up off the floor to hold in her lap as she does. She doesn't quite look at Jaune for another few seconds, btu when she does, at the very least she doesn't look so scared. She looks tired, and seeing Jaune sitting there seems to make her tense more than a little. Last time she saw Jaune was when the real torture had begun. It was little wonder that she was tense, the last time she saw him had been the beginning of what Battler had wanted to show her.
She wasn't going to freak out like she had with Blake. She had this. This was intentional, this was under her control. She could do this. Weiss's voice came out in a whisper, gentle and calm and slower than the seconds that passed, despite that she was holding her breath as she counted. ]
Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero.
[ And at the end she was able to take a deep, deep breath and slowly exhaled. It didn't always work, but reminding herself that she could still breathe at the end of that countdown and focusing on the numbers usually kept her from focusing on flashbacks. At least, it had started to once she'd practiced it. She knew Jaune would probably think it was weird, but it was better than nothing. ]