[for Gene]
It's one of them things he just knows by instinct, but he just doesn't wanna talk about it 'cause he doesn't know what really happened. Julian's dead, and Babe knows he coulda stayed and stopped it. He doesn't know how he knows that, but he already feels like he's abandoned the poor kid by coming here. He wants to ask all the time, but he holds his tongue. Shit, who's he to go around moping about his problems when everyone's got bigger ones anyway? It's always six of one and half a dozen of the other.
He wants to get his room finished, mostly 'cause he's tired of seeing others working on it. That just bothers him for people to lift their fingers so much, so he does as much as he can to help out. It keeps his mind off of things like what happened to Wild Bill. It doesn't just go away when the sun goes down, though. Babe usually falls asleep wherever he's sitting, out of sheer exhaustion. Tonight, he's alright and alright's better than not, he guesses.
It's always quiet now, which should be a welcome change. It's not. Babe's waiting for something to happen all the time and he's probably not the only one. He's sitting in the sand now, watching the sun go down. Funny that he's never watched the sun go down much, but as much as he hears pissin' and moanin' about the island, it's really kinda beautiful, with the different hues playing off the surface of the water like that. Babe leans back against his palms with his bare feet stretched out in the evening-cooled sand. They're still kinda messed up, but looking a helluva lot better.
He wants to get his room finished, mostly 'cause he's tired of seeing others working on it. That just bothers him for people to lift their fingers so much, so he does as much as he can to help out. It keeps his mind off of things like what happened to Wild Bill. It doesn't just go away when the sun goes down, though. Babe usually falls asleep wherever he's sitting, out of sheer exhaustion. Tonight, he's alright and alright's better than not, he guesses.
It's always quiet now, which should be a welcome change. It's not. Babe's waiting for something to happen all the time and he's probably not the only one. He's sitting in the sand now, watching the sun go down. Funny that he's never watched the sun go down much, but as much as he hears pissin' and moanin' about the island, it's really kinda beautiful, with the different hues playing off the surface of the water like that. Babe leans back against his palms with his bare feet stretched out in the evening-cooled sand. They're still kinda messed up, but looking a helluva lot better.