For reasons Chris couldn't really explain, he was hanging out in the playground. He didn't even know how long he'd been there or why he'd gone in the first place. He'd just sort of found himself there sometime after dinner, sitting in one of the swings and swaying idly, his head heavy with too many thoughts, too many questions. Too many things he'd rather not be thinking about at all.
The sound of light footsteps caught his attention, momentarily knocking him out of his mental haze as he turned his head. His surprise was hard to mask and he sat up a little straighter, one hand curling around the rope of the swing.
"Hey," he said quietly, his voice dry from lack of use before he cleared it a little. And then he noticed the look on Mike's face, similar to how he'd looked the last time they'd talked, but worse somehow. A lot worse. "You okay?"
He hadn't seen Chris when he'd gotten there and he looks up sharply, leaning with one hand on a tree.
Usually he's glad to see Chris, even when they aren't exactly getting along smoothly. Now it's like one more reminder of how nothing ever lasts for very fucking long.
He shakes his head, still getting his breath, not sure how the hell he's going to put this.
The expression on Chris's face slid into a deeper frown at that, his brows knitting in confusion as his head tilted slightly. There was only one 'her' that Chris could imaging Mike was talking about, but that didn't make any sense to him. The girls were barely a month old and as far as Chris was aware, everything had been going smoothly.
Though, granted, he'd barely talked to anyone but Lennox in weeks. He didn't know much of that he'd done consciously.
"Who?" he finally asked, the confusion clear in his tone.
He doesn't seem to be able to get his breath back. Every exhale is starting to have a slight whine on the end of it, like he's... in pain. Or close to tears.
What the fuck, maybe he is.
"Eostre," he says, sounding close to exasperated. Who the fuck else would I mean? "She's... I don't even know. I never knew why she loved me anyway."
He stumbles away from the tree, pushing back against the trunk.
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The sound of light footsteps caught his attention, momentarily knocking him out of his mental haze as he turned his head. His surprise was hard to mask and he sat up a little straighter, one hand curling around the rope of the swing.
"Hey," he said quietly, his voice dry from lack of use before he cleared it a little. And then he noticed the look on Mike's face, similar to how he'd looked the last time they'd talked, but worse somehow. A lot worse. "You okay?"
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Usually he's glad to see Chris, even when they aren't exactly getting along smoothly. Now it's like one more reminder of how nothing ever lasts for very fucking long.
He shakes his head, still getting his breath, not sure how the hell he's going to put this.
"I'm losing her," he manages, low and rough.
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Though, granted, he'd barely talked to anyone but Lennox in weeks. He didn't know much of that he'd done consciously.
"Who?" he finally asked, the confusion clear in his tone.
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What the fuck, maybe he is.
"Eostre," he says, sounding close to exasperated. Who the fuck else would I mean? "She's... I don't even know. I never knew why she loved me anyway."
He stumbles away from the tree, pushing back against the trunk.
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