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Jul. 26th, 2006 12:01 pmGently, gently, he rubs Beth's arm in this I still can't believe you're back, I'm the universe's luckiest son of a bitch kind of way. He's so damn happy to have her back, he's been unwilling to ask her to share what happened while she was gone.
But he has to know. He has to know, because not knowing is eating away at him inside, a little bit every time he thinks about it. It isn't that Beth has to share all her secrets or tell him every last detail, but so far all he knows is she was in Cooksfield and for a long time nothing happened, then everything happened, and she knows somehow that Junior's a girl and she showed up here again with Yorick's sister.
That leaves a lot of holes for his imagination to fill in, and he doesn't like doing things that way if he can help it. It makes him sad and discontent in a way he shouldn't be, and he knows that some of that is from his body healing slowly but more of it is from his brain having way too much fucking time to think, to play those stupid, self-defeating what if? games, and he doesn't want to do that. He doesn't want to do it at all.
It's time for that shit to stop; he has to make it stop. Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, his arm stops moving and he struggles to sit up, ignoring the protest from his ribs.
"Hey, Beth. Can you tell me what happened to you out there?" Almost subconsciously, he fingers that scar near his shoulder where Vicious's knife caught him. "And I'll tell you what happened to me, if you want the whole story."
It seems fair to him.
But he has to know. He has to know, because not knowing is eating away at him inside, a little bit every time he thinks about it. It isn't that Beth has to share all her secrets or tell him every last detail, but so far all he knows is she was in Cooksfield and for a long time nothing happened, then everything happened, and she knows somehow that Junior's a girl and she showed up here again with Yorick's sister.
That leaves a lot of holes for his imagination to fill in, and he doesn't like doing things that way if he can help it. It makes him sad and discontent in a way he shouldn't be, and he knows that some of that is from his body healing slowly but more of it is from his brain having way too much fucking time to think, to play those stupid, self-defeating what if? games, and he doesn't want to do that. He doesn't want to do it at all.
It's time for that shit to stop; he has to make it stop. Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, his arm stops moving and he struggles to sit up, ignoring the protest from his ribs.
"Hey, Beth. Can you tell me what happened to you out there?" Almost subconsciously, he fingers that scar near his shoulder where Vicious's knife caught him. "And I'll tell you what happened to me, if you want the whole story."
It seems fair to him.
