You continue to stand there awkwardly, resisting the desire to run only through a great deal of mental fortitude. Nobody else to get, no rescue to be found- it's just you here to hold back the tides of the disaster that has overcome Sam's life. Might as well sit down.
"Yer sister? The one who's a bitch?" As soon as the words leave your lips you cringe, realizing how it sounds. "I mean- 'course. If you need paper or anythin'..." Once again you trail off, because of course he has fucking paper, and you need to just stop.
You look at the tea with a great deal more surprise than you really should feel, but it's been a long time since anyone did something like this for you, and you're still a bit bewildered by the whole I'm-emotionally-falling-apart-but-first,-beverages thing. Not that you mind, of course, wasting no time in raising the cup to your lips and promptly burning your tongue. "Fuck! Hot."
You're focused on cooling your tea when he sits, and you really don't expect his question. It makes you startle, the tea sloshing out of your cup and onto your finger, which you promptly stick in your mouth. "'Mmm... stole it." And you would like to leave it at that, because you know where this road is going to lead and it's not somewhere you like to travel... but Mort's tears, if he doesn't look so perfectly helpless. If talking about things you'd rather forget will make him smile, well, it's a cost you're willing to pay.
You remove your finger from your mouth, staring into your cup. "Place was abandoned when we moved in. It'd been thrashed in a monsoon, weren't fit for a turtle, but El... Ella, she fell in love with it. Said she could see a whole future in the old wood." Your gaze is absent, bittersweet and far-away, but there's fondness in your voice, a melancholic smile pulling at your lips.
"Yer sister? The one who's a bitch?" As soon as the words leave your lips you cringe, realizing how it sounds. "I mean- 'course. If you need paper or anythin'..." Once again you trail off, because of course he has fucking paper, and you need to just stop.
You look at the tea with a great deal more surprise than you really should feel, but it's been a long time since anyone did something like this for you, and you're still a bit bewildered by the whole I'm-emotionally-falling-apart-but-first,-beverages thing. Not that you mind, of course, wasting no time in raising the cup to your lips and promptly burning your tongue. "Fuck! Hot."
You're focused on cooling your tea when he sits, and you really don't expect his question. It makes you startle, the tea sloshing out of your cup and onto your finger, which you promptly stick in your mouth. "'Mmm... stole it." And you would like to leave it at that, because you know where this road is going to lead and it's not somewhere you like to travel... but Mort's tears, if he doesn't look so perfectly helpless. If talking about things you'd rather forget will make him smile, well, it's a cost you're willing to pay.
You remove your finger from your mouth, staring into your cup. "Place was abandoned when we moved in. It'd been thrashed in a monsoon, weren't fit for a turtle, but El... Ella, she fell in love with it. Said she could see a whole future in the old wood." Your gaze is absent, bittersweet and far-away, but there's fondness in your voice, a melancholic smile pulling at your lips.
and in the sea that's painted black
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
