Julie's pretty sure the fact that Joan doesn't laugh or try to cut her off is a sign either she's not as bad as she thinks or maybe this might work. Or she's wondering why she let Julie into the room.
It's easy for her to get into it. Music is just -- that. Everything. It's hope mixed with color and humanity. It's one of the things she clings the hardest to now that everything's gone. The fact that R had that vinyl collection... that was what really finally got her. The snowglobes and the vinyl.
She grins. The question makes her filter her fingers through now frizzled hair, pulling at the ends. "Well. Yeah. Who doesn't? That's the heart of it."
Julie pulls at the collar of his shirt, wiping the black drool away. Seems kind of fucked up to tie his hands down and then leave that there. After, she steps back, her gaze going to Joan too. "You think it might work?"
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It's easy for her to get into it. Music is just -- that. Everything. It's hope mixed with color and humanity. It's one of the things she clings the hardest to now that everything's gone. The fact that R had that vinyl collection... that was what really finally got her. The snowglobes and the vinyl.
She grins. The question makes her filter her fingers through now frizzled hair, pulling at the ends. "Well. Yeah. Who doesn't? That's the heart of it."
Julie pulls at the collar of his shirt, wiping the black drool away. Seems kind of fucked up to tie his hands down and then leave that there. After, she steps back, her gaze going to Joan too. "You think it might work?"