within the year you’ve known wednesday, it’s been hard to get her to open up at all, let alone for her to actually confide in you. she’s just the biggest black hole of emotion around.

until you saved her life. that’s when you proved your usefulness to her, and subsequently earned her respect as a friend and equal. even if your filthy emotion made her puke in her mouth.

so when wednesday is out ‘searching for clues,’ of course she asks you to come along as both protection and an extra set of eyes.

her flashlight is clasped in hand, illuminating a cone in front of her while you smack your own to life.

she doesn’t even speak, just giving you those eyes.