NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
She rested against his chest, and the anger and grief and sorrow all flooded him. The tears he had blinked away before returned. They rolled down his cheeks without reservation, and the Olson let them. The Olson was no stranger to tears, as his father before him. He felt things deeply. He lay there, Delphine against him, crying in the pool of all of his emotion. He cried for missing his brother. He cried for his own act of murder. He cried for the lost soldiers of Halo. He cried for the death of Weaver. He cried, a silent sob wracking his body.
His arms moved to wrap around the small woman, holding her against him as gently as he could manage in his drunken state. He tried to control his breathing as best as he could despite his crying. He wanted to tighten his arms around her and press her into himself. The warmth of her body was so comforting. He felt safe here, in his home with this just-as-broken woman, to feel all that he needed to feel. "I am sorry?" What was meant to be a statement came out as a question again, and he gritted his teeth after it left his lips.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
