[A simple enough statement, but he doesn't have the energy to say anything else for a moment. He's tired. He's been tired for a long time. Maybe he's reached something beyond tiredness, now. Maybe it's just numbness. Even the rage that's so normally easy to stir up in him isn't as near to the surface as it usually is.
All he knows is that he shifts away from the hand on his shoulder a little -- he doesn't wrench away from her entirely, though there are times he'd like to, but he's too exhausted now, too fed up with fighting -- distrusting the way she leans into him, disliking the way she seems to want to gloss over all of this.]
Wouldn't be so bad? When my goddamned wife's dead? When my son doesn't have his mother? You really got an explanation for how that could be not so bad?
[His voice is still quiet, but his tone is caustic, and he knows it. And he knows Gillian won't like it.]
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[A simple enough statement, but he doesn't have the energy to say anything else for a moment. He's tired. He's been tired for a long time. Maybe he's reached something beyond tiredness, now. Maybe it's just numbness. Even the rage that's so normally easy to stir up in him isn't as near to the surface as it usually is.
All he knows is that he shifts away from the hand on his shoulder a little -- he doesn't wrench away from her entirely, though there are times he'd like to, but he's too exhausted now, too fed up with fighting -- distrusting the way she leans into him, disliking the way she seems to want to gloss over all of this.]
Wouldn't be so bad? When my goddamned wife's dead? When my son doesn't have his mother? You really got an explanation for how that could be not so bad?
[His voice is still quiet, but his tone is caustic, and he knows it. And he knows Gillian won't like it.]