LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
The little boy doesn't answer him, simply regarding him instead. Locke is about to press him further when he speaks, voice soft. Locke inhales sharply, eyes flicking across the little boy's face, picking apart things he recognizes. It's the eyes, really, unmistakable in how unlike his own they are. Some part of him still angry, jealous, ashamed of the way that train of thought makes him feel. But mostly he's just upset with himself, for leaving, for coming back.
But body wins out over brain and he grabs Edmund, pulling him to his chest. He buries his face in the boy's hair, inhaling sun and sea salt and maybe lavender. "M'sorry. I didn't mean to be gone for so long. Promise I won't leave you again." It's rushed, mumbled as he squeezes the boy. "I'm so sorry, Edmund."
But body wins out over brain and he grabs Edmund, pulling him to his chest. He buries his face in the boy's hair, inhaling sun and sea salt and maybe lavender. "M'sorry. I didn't mean to be gone for so long. Promise I won't leave you again." It's rushed, mumbled as he squeezes the boy. "I'm so sorry, Edmund."
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
