[AN: This is my first Psychonauts fic, so please let me know how the characterization is!

Disclaimer: Psychonauts does not belong to me

Rain

"Tell me, what is it that you see? Do you see the rain or the life that it brings?"

Sasha paused to listen to the singer's smooth voice slide up and down the scale, accompanied by an infectious beat. It wasn't his CD, but Milla's. Yesterday had been the anniversary of their partnership, and as was custom, she brought a bottle of champagne as well as the music to his lab where they sat and reminisced. She had brought the CD so she could force him to listen to it- he needed to listen to a greater variety of music. He retaliated with Vivaldi- she needed to listen to something that was stimulating for her brain rather than her feet.

In an occupation such as theirs, these occasions were celebrated because no one knew what the next assignment would bring. In the battle against rogue psychics, who were often turned insane by their own powers, nothing was predictable.

With a slight frown, he clicked the stop button on the stereo telekinetically. However, with a thoughtful pause, he turned it on again. The song reminded him of an incident that had occurred during Milla's visit; she had asked him the same question the singer was now crooning. At the time, he hadn't realized that she was quoting a song, and answered quite seriously after a second's reflection as Milla fiddled with the CD case.

"Why do people believe that rain is so depressing? Nothing would survive without it after all…" he had mused. Milla finally wrestled open the plastic wrapping on the case and placed the CD in the device.

"That was a rhetorical question, darling," she told him with a laugh. "Now come and listen to this song." Slightly miffed, Sasha had accepted the delicate glass handed to him and obeyed.
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The track ended, and the CD moved on to a hyper song with a catchy bass drum rhythm. Realizing that he was getting nothing done, Sasha got up from his desk and switched out the disc for another.

As he sat back down, he briefly wondered what Milla would have answered. No, he didn't wonder- he knew. In his mind, he could picture her smiling in surprise to the question- he wasn't normally one to ask such frivolous things- and replying "the life that it brings," trying to hit all the sliding notes in her lilting voice. And the thing was, with Milla, such an answer wouldn't seem silly. In fact, it'd be perfectly natural, as she's Milla Vodello, and that's just the way she is.
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