bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet Phoebe didn’t say much in response to the idle prattle and greeting that followed. There was no point really. Why maintain conversation when it was clearly not his intent? Instead her eyes fell back to her work, aware of his presence looming next to her, but paying him little mind. The medicines she was prepping required her attention, and she was more than comfortable enough with him around. His question and reason for coming were not all that surprising either. That was all anyone wanted to come by for – to hear about her latest travesty. But unlike her usual reaction of tearing up and struggling to get through words and explanations and flawed logic for the purpose of the death of her nephews, she simply shrugged, expressionless and dry eyed. ”I am alive. What else is there to say about it?” she said quietly, scooping a cream from her bowl and portioning it into small jars with clearly written labels.