There's already so few rules to his existence, so many lines crossed and broken, things thrown into doubt. Maybe he's just tired. Maybe he just needs some manner of ground that's solid.
She pulls his arms apart and takes his hands in hers, and he looks up and listens. Then laughs a little to himself because she's right.
"Yeah. Yeah of course we do. No point in stopping and wallowing, we keep going. Like we always do." That's something solid. That's something that's theirs, their family's. It's the old man's and even his. That's something to hang onto. He hangs onto her hands. "I guess it's been a while since I could put that to use. Next time I'll remember."
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Date: 2018-08-08 02:01 pm (UTC)She pulls his arms apart and takes his hands in hers, and he looks up and listens. Then laughs a little to himself because she's right.
"Yeah. Yeah of course we do. No point in stopping and wallowing, we keep going. Like we always do." That's something solid. That's something that's theirs, their family's. It's the old man's and even his. That's something to hang onto. He hangs onto her hands. "I guess it's been a while since I could put that to use. Next time I'll remember."