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Before the Pacific - [Day 6, Risa, Morning]

Aug 21, 2009 03:24

He half-slept, something between dream and reality; a restless doze, where he would stir himself awake just to make sure he was still breathing. And then, confirmed, in the rain tapering to a sprinkle, then a mist, then the clear and clean and hazy scent left afterwards, he would drift back into that half-asleep state again. It wasn't that bad, ( Read more... )

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haroldlee August 21 2009, 20:27:28 UTC

The nod was all he needed. Heard, accepted, understood. Perfect.

Harold patted Scotty on the shoulder, as softly as he could so as not to jar him. He pulled off a chunk of the pie and ate it, grinning.

Oh, he was still angry. If he ever found the bastards who did this, he'd ram his pool cue in a few choice orifices. Sideways. But he got the feeling Scotty wouldn't tell him who it was, and even if he did, he'd never actually want Harold to do such a thing.

So he ate. Scotty was here, beside him, and he'd fucking take it.

allmhadadh August 21 2009, 20:33:13 UTC

After he made sure his head wasn't bleeding anymore, he went to eat himself, chewing slowly and very carefully to make it as painless as possible. Just ate and stared off to sea, a kind of tired and sad look. He didn't know when they were leaving yet, and he hadn't thought to ask Harold; his brain was all tangled up, and it just didn't occur to him.

haroldlee August 21 2009, 20:51:33 UTC

He downed what he wanted of the pie, washing it back with the water. He eased himself back into the sand this time, leaving Scotty sitting up, hoping he wasn't too close. Didn't want to move again for a while.

He put is hand back out - seemed right, he didn't know why - and closed his eyes. There was several things he wished he could tell Scotty, but he didn't really know how, or if Scotty would want to know. He settled on, "It fucking hurts, man."

allmhadadh August 21 2009, 21:04:10 UTC

"Which part?" He didn't want to go assuming which part; he could guess a few, but likely not all.

haroldlee August 21 2009, 21:24:18 UTC

Huh. Harold wasn't entirely sure what he'd meant when he said. It was just sort of - something to share.

He'd try.

"My head, mostly. Ribs, too. But it wasn't really that. Just sort of hurts to think about going back, or going forward. Too much to think about. Doesn't make any sense, sorry."

allmhadadh August 21 2009, 21:26:54 UTC

"S'a'right." He looked off, then picked up his little shell, looking down at it. "I could stay 'ere. Live right 'ere, under this thing. Figure out some way o' livin'." It was the thoughts an eight year old would have; the notion of living like Robinson Crusoe, or Peter Pan, or whatever; childish thoughts. Even he knew they were. He just forgot, all too often, that he was only ten years removed from that and not far older. "I dinna wanna leave."

haroldlee August 21 2009, 21:34:17 UTC

"Heh. We could camp out under this pier until we die, man." He smiled a little at that. Wouldn't be so bad, would it? Wouldn't have to worry about mooching off of a ship he didn't belong on, and off of a relationship he sometimes thought he didn't belong in.

"But-- you know, you're wanted, right? At least--" Aw, shit, he sounded like a girl again. "I don't want you to stay here, okay?"

allmhadadh August 21 2009, 21:35:27 UTC

"'M nae stayin' here." And that thought again gave him a spike of genuine sorrow. "I told th' other one I'd go. So, I'll go." He wouldn't go back on his word.

haroldlee August 21 2009, 21:43:29 UTC

"Stay here for now, though," Harold mumbled. A soft happiness blossomed in his mind; he hadn't really known that Scotty was considering not coming back, but the reassurance that he was--

It was like a piece of home.

Harold closed his eyes and breathed, sand flowing easily through his fingers.

"What hurts for you?" he asked, after a time.

allmhadadh August 21 2009, 21:46:45 UTC

There was no such reassurance in his own mind. Just that overwhelming sense of inevitability. He took a long drink of water, then just shook his head and curled up back in the sand on his good right side, in the sunlight. There wasn't really any answer to that, when the answer wasn't pain so much as fear; he'd already basically said all he could. He didn't want to leave here.

haroldlee August 21 2009, 21:52:16 UTC

The silence stretched on.

It should have troubled him, really, but--

"Everything's gonna be fine, man."

He wasn't sure if he'd said it outloud, half asleep as he was. Didn't necessarily feel it, either, but saying it was sort of half the battle, he thought.

His hand, open fingers filled with soil, retained its place in the sand, reaching out for anything. He drifted, eventually sleeping.

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