[ She watches him patiently, anxiously, if those two feelings could exist in one space. She doesn't know the exact thoughts running through his head, but she recognizes the uncertainty, the doubt plaguing him, as certainly as she's lived it every day.
She remains still as his boot retreats, grinding in the dirt. She wouldn't be surprised if he kept going, though she wills him not to, her breath suspended. He says he can't and her heart clenches for him, knowing that he's drowning in the weight of small but heavy things. When one comes from a small world, it's the small things that matter. The cleaning of a chicken coop, a light drizzle in the middle of the day, a single visitor from afar. Minute things writ large.
They may not be in their small hometowns anymore, but it doesn't mean they've lost their small town hearts. They're tied to the small things that have come to matter to them, and the rest is just what fills the space around them no matter how awful or how engulfing. This she understands, and so if he'd continued to back away, leaving her to go it alone, she wouldn't have needed to ask him why.
But he stops. He sounds unsure, more unsure than she's ever heard him, but the improtant thing is that he stops. You can, she wants to tell him. If she can do it, as pathetic as she is, then he can do it just as well or better. ]
He'll want the best for you too.
[ Whatever that ends up being, though she has a feeling it doesn't involve staying here. But he should at least be allowed a chance to step back and see himself, and he can't do it here. Gray takes a deep breath, begins to really breathe again, and hugs Gen's jacket with its precious cargo carefully to her middle. ]
Then let's go... soon. If there's anything you need to do...
[ They'll need to decide where they're going, but before even that, they'll need to prepare for a journey. ]
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She remains still as his boot retreats, grinding in the dirt. She wouldn't be surprised if he kept going, though she wills him not to, her breath suspended. He says he can't and her heart clenches for him, knowing that he's drowning in the weight of small but heavy things. When one comes from a small world, it's the small things that matter. The cleaning of a chicken coop, a light drizzle in the middle of the day, a single visitor from afar. Minute things writ large.
They may not be in their small hometowns anymore, but it doesn't mean they've lost their small town hearts. They're tied to the small things that have come to matter to them, and the rest is just what fills the space around them no matter how awful or how engulfing. This she understands, and so if he'd continued to back away, leaving her to go it alone, she wouldn't have needed to ask him why.
But he stops. He sounds unsure, more unsure than she's ever heard him, but the improtant thing is that he stops. You can, she wants to tell him. If she can do it, as pathetic as she is, then he can do it just as well or better. ]
He'll want the best for you too.
[ Whatever that ends up being, though she has a feeling it doesn't involve staying here. But he should at least be allowed a chance to step back and see himself, and he can't do it here. Gray takes a deep breath, begins to really breathe again, and hugs Gen's jacket with its precious cargo carefully to her middle. ]
Then let's go... soon. If there's anything you need to do...
[ They'll need to decide where they're going, but before even that, they'll need to prepare for a journey. ]