[ nancy is way, way too caught up in everything going on to realize who she's talking to, at first, when she offers him the match and everything around them goes blurry. and what's wild is that she's seen dustin bundled up for winter before - his mom never skimped on layers when the boys would meet at the wheeler's house to play in the snow - but she somehow doesn't realize it's him until he says her name. ]
Dustin?
[ not ideal for someone who considers herself an investigative journalist, but nobody's keeping score here. she also honestly didn't expect to ever see anyone from home again, so
it's probably obvious she's in more than a little bit of shock as dustin talks, her eyes wide and maybe even a little glassy, but that could be blamed on how cold it is, even in this shop. she doesn't say anything more for a while, but she's only half registering what he's even saying, too distracted by the fact that he's just- here.
and shorter than she remembers? not by much, but... enough. enough to not help how surreal it feels to see him here.
he says something about ghost zombies but nancy is just straight up reaching to slide his hat back from his forehead a little bit instead of addressing how insane it sounds, trying to get a better look at him. like she almost doesn't believe what she's seeing. and maybe she doesn't - she just saw her own livingroom from home, after all. her hands end up pushing his hat back into place with a half smile before she drops them to her sides again, not ready to address his appearance just yet. although she wants to, desperately. she has about 800 questions already.
... but. wait. ]
I'm really here. [ she says, reassuring the kid she's pretty sure is just a hallucination for her. that's confusing. but even hallucination!dustin deserves peace of mind, as far as she's concerned ] What- What place? You have a place? [ w h a t. ... DOUBLE WAIT ] Mike's here? [ nope, this isn't real. this can't be real. why is she getting her hopes up when this can't possibly be real???? ] What the hell is going on?
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Dustin?
[ not ideal for someone who considers herself an investigative journalist, but nobody's keeping score here. she also honestly didn't expect to ever see anyone from home again, so
it's probably obvious she's in more than a little bit of shock as dustin talks, her eyes wide and maybe even a little glassy, but that could be blamed on how cold it is, even in this shop. she doesn't say anything more for a while, but she's only half registering what he's even saying, too distracted by the fact that he's just- here.
and shorter than she remembers? not by much, but... enough. enough to not help how surreal it feels to see him here.
he says something about ghost zombies but nancy is just straight up reaching to slide his hat back from his forehead a little bit instead of addressing how insane it sounds, trying to get a better look at him. like she almost doesn't believe what she's seeing. and maybe she doesn't - she just saw her own livingroom from home, after all. her hands end up pushing his hat back into place with a half smile before she drops them to her sides again, not ready to address his appearance just yet. although she wants to, desperately. she has about 800 questions already.
... but. wait. ]
I'm really here. [ she says, reassuring the kid she's pretty sure is just a hallucination for her. that's confusing. but even hallucination!dustin deserves peace of mind, as far as she's concerned ] What- What place? You have a place? [ w h a t. ... DOUBLE WAIT ] Mike's here? [ nope, this isn't real. this can't be real. why is she getting her hopes up when this can't possibly be real???? ] What the hell is going on?