Would it help to know that Eleanor would be willing to stand like that, back turned, eyes closed and covered, for a million years if she needed to? Especially if it wouldn't even take that long for her to at least savor in the experience of getting to enjoy a Squishy with human taste buds again?

Because Eleanor was absolutely still standing exactly like that, although a million years did seem, once again, incredibly optimistic of her. Even as she stood there for a faction of that time, she resolved not to move barely a muscle, because as time ticked on, she realized it was going to be harder to combat her curiosity.

Or even just to urge to check that Kamala was even okay...

"You didn't," Eleanor insisted. "You really didn't. Homecoming was..." She trailed off a little wistfully, replaying the scene of them dancing together in her head again, before the slothening had occurred, "...wonderful." She still kept her eyes closed, but her hand fell away to her side as she let out a soft breath of a laugh. "Maybe that's why you turned when you did. The universe couldn't have it being too perfect, you know?"

Not if she was involved! Something had to go wrong, and if something was going to go wrong regardless, at least it was something as innocuous as that.

The urge to turn around struck her again; she quickly squashed it back down.