LOCKE
He misses her playing with his hair, misses her in general. His eyes close and he simply takes in the cool night air and the warm feeling of her beside him. She's changed so much in all of this time but he really hasn't, he's still just a love sick puppy. Nothing matters except her and their son. Her hands drop to his shoulders and he finally opens his eyes again, content to listen to her speak.
Something akin to hurt spreads over his face, "Of course I didn't leave because of him. Or you. I would never." Every time he's left, it's been because of him. Because he's stupid and scared. Never because of them. It does hurt, a lot more than he was expecting. And, maybe, if he keeps running, it will only hurt worse.
The sinking feeling is back in his stomach and he doesn't know how to deal with it. He never does. He holds her gaze for a moment before looking down. A thought too close to the surface. Locke swallows thickly, "You sure you want that? For him to be like me?" Surely she doesn't. Hell, he definitely doesn't.
"When can I?" Now? He wants to see him now.
Something akin to hurt spreads over his face, "Of course I didn't leave because of him. Or you. I would never." Every time he's left, it's been because of him. Because he's stupid and scared. Never because of them. It does hurt, a lot more than he was expecting. And, maybe, if he keeps running, it will only hurt worse.
The sinking feeling is back in his stomach and he doesn't know how to deal with it. He never does. He holds her gaze for a moment before looking down. A thought too close to the surface. Locke swallows thickly, "You sure you want that? For him to be like me?" Surely she doesn't. Hell, he definitely doesn't.
"When can I?" Now? He wants to see him now.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
