[For Rahne] Dated to 7/6
So this was the tradeoff.
George didn't transform every month anymore and while it still made him anxious, he didn't have to worry about it in the same way he used to. But now there were other things, other unpredictable things that kept coming to rip what little life he'd been struggling to build to shreds.
Get rid of one curse, end up with another.
His mind was still reeling and nothing felt quite real or solid. He'd told Nina that he needed a moment, a bit to process all of this, because as disorienting as it likely was for her, it was for him as well. He was just getting over finding out that his father'd died, over having to open that door between his life back in Bristol and his life on the island. He was still grieving, for God's sake.
It was easier not to think about his life back there still going on, except it kept being shoved in his face. Andy's body, the newspaper, and now Nina. Nina, who he'd finally convinced himself he'd gotten over. Nina, who was carrying his child. It made about as much sense as all of the other impossible things that had happened to him in the past two years...
Scratch that, in the past three.
He barely remembered the walk home. It'd been just one foot in front of the other on the path until he reached the door, and he sank down onto the couch, looking dazed and unsettled.
George didn't transform every month anymore and while it still made him anxious, he didn't have to worry about it in the same way he used to. But now there were other things, other unpredictable things that kept coming to rip what little life he'd been struggling to build to shreds.
Get rid of one curse, end up with another.
His mind was still reeling and nothing felt quite real or solid. He'd told Nina that he needed a moment, a bit to process all of this, because as disorienting as it likely was for her, it was for him as well. He was just getting over finding out that his father'd died, over having to open that door between his life back in Bristol and his life on the island. He was still grieving, for God's sake.
It was easier not to think about his life back there still going on, except it kept being shoved in his face. Andy's body, the newspaper, and now Nina. Nina, who he'd finally convinced himself he'd gotten over. Nina, who was carrying his child. It made about as much sense as all of the other impossible things that had happened to him in the past two years...
Scratch that, in the past three.
He barely remembered the walk home. It'd been just one foot in front of the other on the path until he reached the door, and he sank down onto the couch, looking dazed and unsettled.