I can't comprehend the ways that I miss you, they come to light in my mistakes
Kate's not sure how many days it's been. A few, at least. Not a week. She knows she fed Sam a couple of hours ago. Meeting whatever needs he has is the only thing that gives time any kind of meaning right now. There's just this looming future, the rest of her life now, that she's got to get through. Without Jack. Every instinct she has is screaming that if she could just claw her way home, he'd be there. She knows exactly how to find him. But that's not how it works, here. If she's with Jack, she leaves Sam which isn't an option. So that's it. After four years together, two years of the best marriage she could imagine, it's just all over. There are little reminders of him, everywhere. Little unfinished projects around the house, his running shoes kicked into the corner, his pillow that barely still smells of his shampoo. A book he had been reading to Sam at bedtime.
She hasn't slept, really. Jack left in the middle of the night. Maybe he felt it happen? Maybe he tried to resist it? She'll never know because she was sleeping. Sam is sleeping in her bed, now. Because if she takes her eyes off of him for even a second he could just be gone. No chance to say goodbye and no warning. Jack sure as hell wasn't trying to get home. All these people around who just want to go home and it takes him? As terrible as it is, she's grateful that Sam's stopped talking. She thinks he probably clued into the fact that she cried every time he said "dada" and now is more silent than ever, watching and clinging to Kate. They're huddled up in Duck's recliner, finally having dragged it out to the porch. The still mostly full plate of food that someone dropped off sits next to them as Sam cuddles against her chest, watching the path like he still expects Jack to come home. Her breath hitches as she watches him, surprised she has any tears left to cry. She can't do this. She just cannot do this.
[ooc: Probably not the best time to meet her. If you're a good friend and you've been warded off by duck or geoffrey, today's the day to try again. Warning: you might need to poke and prod her a little bit to get much of a reaction other than teary silence. She's pretty pissed underneath that, though. So give it a try! Slow time is of course okay, as I'll be out of pocket for a few hours this evening.]
She hasn't slept, really. Jack left in the middle of the night. Maybe he felt it happen? Maybe he tried to resist it? She'll never know because she was sleeping. Sam is sleeping in her bed, now. Because if she takes her eyes off of him for even a second he could just be gone. No chance to say goodbye and no warning. Jack sure as hell wasn't trying to get home. All these people around who just want to go home and it takes him? As terrible as it is, she's grateful that Sam's stopped talking. She thinks he probably clued into the fact that she cried every time he said "dada" and now is more silent than ever, watching and clinging to Kate. They're huddled up in Duck's recliner, finally having dragged it out to the porch. The still mostly full plate of food that someone dropped off sits next to them as Sam cuddles against her chest, watching the path like he still expects Jack to come home. Her breath hitches as she watches him, surprised she has any tears left to cry. She can't do this. She just cannot do this.
[ooc: Probably not the best time to meet her. If you're a good friend and you've been warded off by duck or geoffrey, today's the day to try again. Warning: you might need to poke and prod her a little bit to get much of a reaction other than teary silence. She's pretty pissed underneath that, though. So give it a try! Slow time is of course okay, as I'll be out of pocket for a few hours this evening.]