[ anniversaries and all that. strange to dolph to mark days like that. every day here feels transient, like he's holding onto his guts one minute or he's just . . . being alive. crazy to just be alive after everything. ]
[Even if it's still hard to internalize, to let himself listen to.
Speaking of passes, though -- he's quiet, a long moment, staring out at the waves as the last vestiges of daylight continue to fade. The lines of tension have eased out from his frame, but there's still a storm lingering behind his eyes, somewhere. When he speaks next, there's a thread of vulnerability he doesn't usually allow.]
[ he doesn't need to go anywhere. and sometimes, all you need is a person close by. who understands, who won't excuse it. nothing but the waves and the sand. perhaps it wasn't the worst thing to keep the beach so close. the memories he may hold of it may belong to a ghost, but even ghosts need it too. ]
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Some real roundabout logic there.
He's still you. He's always been you.
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That works out, then. Hate him, too.
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[ anniversaries and all that. strange to dolph to mark days like that. every day here feels transient, like he's holding onto his guts one minute or he's just . . . being alive. crazy to just be alive after everything. ]
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Perhaps it's that which has him lean into the hand on his shoulder, just a little.]
Can't say I won't hate him tomorrow, either.
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You got the point. Don't make me repeat myself.
wrap?
[Even if it's still hard to internalize, to let himself listen to.
Speaking of passes, though -- he's quiet, a long moment, staring out at the waves as the last vestiges of daylight continue to fade. The lines of tension have eased out from his frame, but there's still a storm lingering behind his eyes, somewhere. When he speaks next, there's a thread of vulnerability he doesn't usually allow.]
Sit with me a while longer?
sounds good!
[ he doesn't need to go anywhere. and sometimes, all you need is a person close by. who understands, who won't excuse it. nothing but the waves and the sand. perhaps it wasn't the worst thing to keep the beach so close. the memories he may hold of it may belong to a ghost, but even ghosts need it too. ]