who's teaching me to love?
It's easier to focus on that bewilderment rather than the crushing news that his new living scenario is permanent. That he won't see his mentor, the woman who had become like a mother to him, ever again. That she will wonder what happened to him, with no evidence of where he disappeared to or why. Would she know that he hadn't wanted it? That he would have resisted if only he had known how? Would she mourn him, assuming his death, or would she wait forever for a son that would not return?
Yeah, he doesn't want to think about that. Not now. Not in front of a stranger. But Harper is an impeccable actor, and he quirks an eyebrow in blatant disbelief at the prospect of The Voice. "Okay, now that's a bit far into left field even for me. A God?" Maybe he should be more open minded considering his background, but come on. There has to be a line somewhere right? Gods surely crossed that.
"So is there like a program in place to help us poor displaced wanderers or do we just kinda hunker down like cockroaches?" His bright grin is evidence of his teasing, but the seriousness of his question is still presented. Where the hell was Harper supposed to go now?
Ah shit, he didn't even have an extra pair of underwear.
