Feb 18, 2010 15:08
...die hard. For some of us, anyway. I haven't given up surreptitious observation. It may not be right, or fair of me, but I... feel responsible for him, in a way. It may be a responsibility I took on myself, rather than a naturally implied one, but it is there and I will not shirk.
I do not intend to interfere in any way, unless he begins the spiral again. But... but he seems to be doing very well. Very well. I am not surprised by this. He- he hit the bottom. He has nowhere to go but up, and he is ambitious. He will do well. But the first little while is tenuous. An infant learning to walk, or a bird still uncertain of its wings- it's good to have hands behind to catch, or a parent to frighten away predators.
I do not know if anyone else will fulfill that role for him. Dorothy, perhaps, but I have seen little of her, and he has pushed away all others. He may not appreciate my observation, if he learns of it, but I will observe anyway.
It's strange. We became friends by contract, and I am still very much afraid of him- but I have come to care, as well.
No photographs this time. This is not for me and I will not profit by it. It is simply to be sure that if he stumbles, there is someone who knows, and who can, perhaps, steady him.
From what I have seen so far, I do not think it will be necessary. He is... determined. I am encouraged. His old habits, at least, seem well and truly put to bed.