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Date: 2014-10-19 03:26 am (UTC)"Hey. Glasses piss you off or something?"
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Date: 2014-10-19 04:26 am (UTC)The soup smells good and he knows he should eat it but he side eyes it anyway.
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Date: 2014-10-19 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-19 04:37 am (UTC)To eat the soup or not to eat the soup? He picks up the spoon and swirls it around the bowl, watching whatever happens to be hiding below the surface rise up.
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Date: 2014-10-19 04:39 am (UTC)She contemplates using his glasses to see exactly how York was a bag of dicks, but decides against it and merely sets it down on the bedside table. "So, nothing new for you."
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Date: 2014-10-19 05:30 am (UTC)A plaintive bleep from the glasses as a message comes in, then another and another... He wants to ignore it but it isn't stopping. He trades the soup for the glasses, intending to tell whoever it was... but it was probably York... to go to hell.
His expression goes from angry to blank as he reads. Then the holorecording plays.
He puts the glasses down, both the Bifrons ones and his own and buries his face in his hands.
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Date: 2014-10-19 05:34 am (UTC)She hesitates for a moment and watches him, briefly wondering if he'll snap out of this if given a second, before reaching to rest a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
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Date: 2014-10-19 06:15 am (UTC)Clair's so happy; he hasn't seen her that happy in so very long that he'd forgotten what it looked like. He was out of her life and she was happy. She didn't hate him, he knew the sound of hate in her voice... at least hate would have been something but she felt nothing towards him. He meant nothing to her. The only thing that he had left, the thing that should have mattered most and he'd destroyed it.
He looks up at her with tears in his eyes. "...please forgive me..."
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Date: 2014-10-19 06:22 am (UTC)"Forgive you for what?" she asks softly. It's a rare tone for her voice and one she can't remember when she last had reason to use, but she can tell this situation is delicate.
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Date: 2014-10-20 03:57 am (UTC)He quiets as she stokes his hair. It was the little things you never really appreciate until they were gone. Like being able to take comfort in the touch of another human being, something he hadn't experienced for so very long. But she's here now and she's holding him and he can let go. He's quiet for a while, just holding her and being held.
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Date: 2014-10-20 04:14 am (UTC)If this is what he needs then he could have this. She's still not entirely sure what brought on this sudden bought of emotion, but she imagines it has to do with the pain killers altering his mental state. Her hold on him tightens and she continues to stroke his hair.
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Date: 2014-10-21 02:48 am (UTC)"I missed you so much,"
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Date: 2014-10-29 02:20 am (UTC)When he wakes up he'll only have the most imperfect memories of the whole experience. Too muddled by emotion and medication to be clear.