Sounds like you're speaking from experience, miss Page.
( his voice and humour are both dry, dry as bone; it's the only way he can temporarily build that shell around himself and, for a moment, not have to face the fact that she's dead right. because of course. he's tried and tried and tried burying it all six feet deep, but there's just no escaping his past or himself.
by the time he's able to look back up at her, his gaze is unwavering this time, as if in the last few seconds frank's made a decision. if this is going to be one of the few times he gets to see karen, then he's not going to waste it. he'll watch her with a fixed, patient look, as if he could press this sight against his eyelids and never forget it. looking at her as if he's trying to memorise the angle of her knuckles, that rueful smirking twist of her lip. )
But you're right, though. Doesn't last. Curtis would probably have something to say about that. Repressing shit not being a good approach, or... something.
( the group sessions had been helpful, for the time he'd attented them. one of the worst things about leaving the city and going on the run again was losing out on that. )
How've you been, Kar? And I mean besides 'staying busy'.
( her earlier answer had been just as evasive as his was, and they both knew it. )
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( his voice and humour are both dry, dry as bone; it's the only way he can temporarily build that shell around himself and, for a moment, not have to face the fact that she's dead right. because of course. he's tried and tried and tried burying it all six feet deep, but there's just no escaping his past or himself.
by the time he's able to look back up at her, his gaze is unwavering this time, as if in the last few seconds frank's made a decision. if this is going to be one of the few times he gets to see karen, then he's not going to waste it. he'll watch her with a fixed, patient look, as if he could press this sight against his eyelids and never forget it. looking at her as if he's trying to memorise the angle of her knuckles, that rueful smirking twist of her lip. )
But you're right, though. Doesn't last. Curtis would probably have something to say about that. Repressing shit not being a good approach, or... something.
( the group sessions had been helpful, for the time he'd attented them. one of the worst things about leaving the city and going on the run again was losing out on that. )
How've you been, Kar? And I mean besides 'staying busy'.
( her earlier answer had been just as evasive as his was, and they both knew it. )