carrying an emotional support cup of tea, he approaches with heavy steps, easing down to sit but gives her some space if that seems to be what she wants. it's not that far, i guess. ]
Rosamund... I wanted to check up on you.
[ a light tilt of the head. he hasn't changed his mind, he doesn't plan on going anywhere. ]
THE WAY THIS TAB SAT ON MY BROWSER FOR HOURS sobs i'm sorry
He can approach. She puts aside her food for the moment, letting her hands grip the bench. It's the answer she expected. She still feels a bit frustrated by it.]
...Thank you.
[A beat.]
I just wish people were being much less concerned with me. It feels insulting to everyone else.
Perhaps, but some can't help but worry about those they've grown close to. Accused or not... we end up living with how we've treated others week after week.
[ people will grieve in their own way, at their own pace, some loudly and fast, hard like a sucker punch, and others slower, uncertain. his head tilts a little as he looks down at her food. ]
I should apologize here. Didn't mean to bring heavy talk for a meal - you want to eat that before it goes cold...?
I know, but... [It's tricky to find the words without it sounding petty, or self-pitying. She just knows the hollow ache inside her turns into a sharp slice when people keep coming her way. She wants to be left alone in the same breath she wants to be embraced. She wants to have something solid to say she has paid for what she's done. Not sit here in all these soft eyes and offers of mercy, when all she sees when she closes her eyes is the pain and rage on Vi's face. The spray of her blood.
He changes tack, thankfully.]
It's a bit cold already, honestly. Did you want the rest?
[She offers it over. Her appetite is as mercurial as her moods now.]
I know. [ a softer breath ] I'm not here to offer you forgiveness. I'm here to simply be. Maybe I'm not your "host", but I do want to be here for you. More than I could before.
[ he isn't saying she can't feel that way, for certain. and part of him wishes he could relate in some awful way, because she must feel awful in all kinds of ways, twisted and curling. instead, he will remain steadfast, because no one would want that for anyone - but all the same. ]
Hey now, I like to eat, but... [ a soft shake of the head, and he shifts just a little closer. ] I'm good.
[ quietly, he offers a hand out to her. ]
Whatever you are going through, even if it's hard to put into words... I'll be here, okay? Whether I'm around or not.
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carrying an emotional support cup of tea, he approaches with heavy steps, easing down to sit but gives her some space if that seems to be what she wants. it's not that far, i guess. ]
Rosamund... I wanted to check up on you.
[ a light tilt of the head. he hasn't changed his mind, he doesn't plan on going anywhere. ]
THE WAY THIS TAB SAT ON MY BROWSER FOR HOURS sobs i'm sorry
He can approach. She puts aside her food for the moment, letting her hands grip the bench. It's the answer she expected. She still feels a bit frustrated by it.]
...Thank you.
[A beat.]
I just wish people were being much less concerned with me. It feels insulting to everyone else.
[Dead. Living. Grieving and freshly wounded.]
never sorry u-u
Perhaps, but some can't help but worry about those they've grown close to. Accused or not... we end up living with how we've treated others week after week.
[ people will grieve in their own way, at their own pace, some loudly and fast, hard like a sucker punch, and others slower, uncertain. his head tilts a little as he looks down at her food. ]
I should apologize here. Didn't mean to bring heavy talk for a meal - you want to eat that before it goes cold...?
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He changes tack, thankfully.]
It's a bit cold already, honestly. Did you want the rest?
[She offers it over. Her appetite is as mercurial as her moods now.]
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[ he isn't saying she can't feel that way, for certain. and part of him wishes he could relate in some awful way, because she must feel awful in all kinds of ways, twisted and curling. instead, he will remain steadfast, because no one would want that for anyone - but all the same. ]
Hey now, I like to eat, but... [ a soft shake of the head, and he shifts just a little closer. ] I'm good.
[ quietly, he offers a hand out to her. ]
Whatever you are going through, even if it's hard to put into words... I'll be here, okay? Whether I'm around or not.