[ He scoops up his shirt from the floor and sits on the edge of the bed again. With some people, most people, he would be out the door. Boots unlaced. Putting his shirt on in the hall.
It doesn't mean he likes her more, that he's still here. For the record. It's just that she feels like water. There's nothing to grasp or tangle. ]
I think we will die trying. But maybe some of us will die old, still trying, and if they were stupid enough to have children—maybe then.
[ The glow of warmth is fading, cooling in the wake of his response. He is not wrong. Derrica's worries have looped around to the same outcome, the idea that it will take more than the end of this war to negotiate a better life for whoever comes after them.
She swings her legs out of bed to sit next to him, bare feet on the floor. ]
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[ He scoops up his shirt from the floor and sits on the edge of the bed again. With some people, most people, he would be out the door. Boots unlaced. Putting his shirt on in the hall.
It doesn't mean he likes her more, that he's still here. For the record. It's just that she feels like water. There's nothing to grasp or tangle. ]
I think we will die trying. But maybe some of us will die old, still trying, and if they were stupid enough to have children—maybe then.
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She swings her legs out of bed to sit next to him, bare feet on the floor. ]
That's something to look forward to.
[ One small, uncertain hope. ]
Thank you, by the way.
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[ His head is inside his shirt when he asks, but it emerges shortly to look quizzical. Is thanking people a thing? Was he supposed to be doing that? ]
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[ Which she thinks he knows already, and wasn't the point, not really. She reaches up to smooth his hair as she continues— ]
But not just that. I've had a lot on my mind, and this was...good.
[ Good falls somewhat short, but it'll do. Kostos didn't come here to hear all of her troubles. ]