the gray sky was vast and real cryptic above me
'A way to work on myself?' What is he, a self-help book? Koa's stare sits heavily on Kaisel as he waits, mercilessly refusing to give his cousin anywhere to hide. Fuck sewing, fuck snacks- the rest of it can wait. He needs to figure this shit out, to talk or smack some sense into the kid before their lives veer so far off course he can't find the way back to who they're supposed to be.
But oh, good, he'll still help out when he can, like a distant aunt sending checks on Christmas and birthdays. "Coddle you?" Koa snorts incredulously, shaking his head and digging his nail angrily into the velvet cloth. If he was a bigger, better man, he might react with more grace, but he's not: he's hurt and wounded and blindsided, exhausted from trying to keep his family in his grasp. "You're the one who almost got himself killed, who's running away--"
His jaw snaps shut with an audible click as he reigns his temper in. Finally looking away from Kaisel, Koa runs his fingers through his hair, his jaw working tensely as he tries to get himself in check. "Fuck. I'm sorry, dude. That wasn't fair." Another deep breath, and his voice is almost steady, softer now. Coddling? Not intentionally, but it could be read that way. "Look- whatever it is you think you fucked up, the answer isn't out there. It's here, with your family, in your home." He gestures to the living room, to the memories held in every corner, peeking over banisters and out from faded rugs. "C'mon, tell me what's going on. Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll look better after a beer."
But oh, good, he'll still help out when he can, like a distant aunt sending checks on Christmas and birthdays. "Coddle you?" Koa snorts incredulously, shaking his head and digging his nail angrily into the velvet cloth. If he was a bigger, better man, he might react with more grace, but he's not: he's hurt and wounded and blindsided, exhausted from trying to keep his family in his grasp. "You're the one who almost got himself killed, who's running away--"
His jaw snaps shut with an audible click as he reigns his temper in. Finally looking away from Kaisel, Koa runs his fingers through his hair, his jaw working tensely as he tries to get himself in check. "Fuck. I'm sorry, dude. That wasn't fair." Another deep breath, and his voice is almost steady, softer now. Coddling? Not intentionally, but it could be read that way. "Look- whatever it is you think you fucked up, the answer isn't out there. It's here, with your family, in your home." He gestures to the living room, to the memories held in every corner, peeking over banisters and out from faded rugs. "C'mon, tell me what's going on. Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll look better after a beer."
Koa
I wanted you to love me like you used to do
