[ No disappointment. Resignation, perhaps: they tried. She tried, anyhow. Tomorrow will be another chance to try again, and the day after that. There's no shame or reproach in this. Still, her smile when she dips her chin, looks away, has some lingering sadness to it.
She does start to turn away then, mind already on going back to bed for a little while, useless bottle of aspirin in her hand and rattling as she fingers the cuff of the shirt she dragged on. Sleep a little longer, get up and start her day properly, maybe get some writing done. Hasn't she had an idea, something good that won't loosen its hold on the creative centers of her brain?
It's not giving up. She's not giving up on him. But -
A single word interrupts her, slices hope through her thoughts, and she fixes him with her full attention.
Why.
Because.
Because it's a step away from incoherence and disengagement. Because it means he can get out from under his brothers. Because she and Wallace can't do this every night for the rest of his life. Because they could get away from all of this, dependent on whether he can get this under control.
Because she loves the man who wrote her half a haunting story this morning. (And because she loves him no matter what he does.)
All of that. All of that, and - ]
Because I don't think you want to keep living this way.
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She does start to turn away then, mind already on going back to bed for a little while, useless bottle of aspirin in her hand and rattling as she fingers the cuff of the shirt she dragged on. Sleep a little longer, get up and start her day properly, maybe get some writing done. Hasn't she had an idea, something good that won't loosen its hold on the creative centers of her brain?
It's not giving up. She's not giving up on him. But -
A single word interrupts her, slices hope through her thoughts, and she fixes him with her full attention.
Why.
Because.
Because it's a step away from incoherence and disengagement. Because it means he can get out from under his brothers. Because she and Wallace can't do this every night for the rest of his life. Because they could get away from all of this, dependent on whether he can get this under control.
Because she loves the man who wrote her half a haunting story this morning. (And because she loves him no matter what he does.)
All of that. All of that, and - ]
Because I don't think you want to keep living this way.