(o) Familiar stranger

SUNJATA

i found hope in a hopeless home
found my father but i lost my soul

He, too, wonders if it’s possible. Not from his side, but from hers. And he gathers nothing from where he tries to study her face, where he’d used to be able to find nearly every emotion under the sun cast along her pale face, impossibly paler than he remembered it. Still, he can’t help the huff of an unamused laugh, arms opening to gesture to the rain soaked body of his. “Well, take some solace in the fact I’m certainly not thriving.” And certainly not well. Though it hadn’t started without her. He’d been this way for a very long time.

His arms return to his middle, holding the bag as he speaks again, the accented rumble loud enough to be heard over the plinking onto the rocks nearby from a flooded gutter. “It’s up to you. I can’t make you. But I’m not going to go out of my way to avoid you, either.” This is the only place he’s welcome right now and he doesn’t intend on walking on eggshells around here. “Nor do I want you to.” Because it wasn’t fair to either of them at the end of the day.

And besides, he intends on being here for a while. At least until Nate wakes up, gods willing.

i tried to trace it, i aimed to scope
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know