Having not had the same sort of luck with therapists or doctors, Sydney hadn’t been able to dive the same. And there was the fact that, with her at least, it was a lot of professionals trying to tell her that her ability was all in her head – an excuse to explain away her deeply rooted fear of intimacy and the trauma that had happened to her. Her mental issues were defenses…poorly made and managed perhaps, but defenses all the same. But that was the thing about human nature and mental health. It would never be one size fits all.
She let him be angry; he should have been angry, even if it was for just that moment. Nodding her agreement, angry for him, Syd found even more reason for her resolve to take down D3. Yes, they would have to play nice now. She had been reminded of that more than a few times over the past couple of days. But afterwards? Right now she was still feeling all-bets-off. Hopefully Clark would see reason by then. He could be helpful during that point. If the Eye could turn from his own kind to D3, who was to say that the opposite couldn’t happen?
She met his expression – and her own doubts -- with quiet defiance, the answer leaning more toward yes than it was no. She’d been inside of his head and seen the monsters, the real one with yellow eyes and the memories that acted like them, that needled at David like his own little devils and their white-hot pitchforks. She could handle his dreams. Possibly. Maybe. She’d like to try. So, a half smile appearing, she accepted the compromise with a nod. “Raincheck accepted.”
Hair was pushed out of her face and Sydney returned the warm smile. Obviously, she wouldn’t let him go it alone! This was serious and, if she were ever to meet up with her mother again, she would want David right by her side as well. And, on a far second and much less important note, it was an adventure. She had a hard time turning those types of things down. Having turned to busy herself with filling the second cup, she stopped and stared when he mentioned….teleporting? Say what now? “…How are we getting there?” She fully expected to borrow a car and take a road trip. She had seen what he did with Cary’s scanning machine; everyone did. It was hard to miss a very large tube type thing in the middle of the garden area outside. But people-moving? “You can teleport us? All the way there?” She arched an eyebrow, amusement beating her trepidation. “So that’s what you do when you can’t sleep. Visit other girlfriends.”