Growing Pains
This cryin' thing fuckin' sucks, yo. The few times I have cried, didn't last very long. What I'm doin', now? Goes somewhere in the category of Never-Thought-This-Would-Happen. He's holdin' me, he's forgiven me, Wes has forgiven me, and I have no fuckin' clue what to do next
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I don't think Faith has known anything other than pain her entire life. I don't think she's ever known true happiness. Is this why she was so attached to the Mayor? Because he actually cared about her? It was no secret - at least not to me - that he saw her as a daughter. And she lost him too, even though it was necessary at the time. But I don't think she's ever been truly happy, truly open with anyone. She's cloaked herself in her pain.
"I'm sorry about your dad. He's a royal fuck-up. I never met mine, but I'm pretty sure he was somethin' like that too." Reachin' up, I touch his face. "You deserved better."
"So did you," I tell her. Reaching up, I wipe the tears on her cheeks away with my thumbs. "You never had a proper childhood, and then you were thrown into a role that put a hell of a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. It's amazing you've survived, but I have a lot of respect for you because you have."
After I finish wiping her tears away, I clasp my hand over the one still cupping my face.
"I know how hard it is to live with pain, and how frightening it is to face letting it go. It's not easy. But I can promise you that I truly don't hold anything against you. I've found that I really do care a lot about you...and I'll be here any way you need me."
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