[He perks up when she calls his name, like an old dog still cognizant of its owner even when the world has started to fade around him. He wishes that there was more for her - that they could part ways without that tinge of sadness in her voice, that he could promise her unrealistic expectations of their future - but that isn't the New York City they live in. His work isn't finished yet. And neither is hers.
He drops his gaze and doesn't reply straightaway, tilting his head back and breathing out a sigh to the starless sky.] Heh. [A small, defeated smile that aches his cheek to pull before he ducks his head again.
It's just him - mostly all Frank and very little Karen - that doesn't want to go down this road. Not right now. Not again. Maybe not ever. But she's right in that he doesn't have to go tonight. There's nothing waiting for him back home but a rifle to clean and a job to do. Those would be waiting for him in the morning. So he musters up the courage to not let her down tonight. No cop-outs about a dog to walk and feed or some research to do. No excuses. No lies.]
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He drops his gaze and doesn't reply straightaway, tilting his head back and breathing out a sigh to the starless sky.] Heh. [A small, defeated smile that aches his cheek to pull before he ducks his head again.
It's just him - mostly all Frank and very little Karen - that doesn't want to go down this road. Not right now. Not again. Maybe not ever. But she's right in that he doesn't have to go tonight. There's nothing waiting for him back home but a rifle to clean and a job to do. Those would be waiting for him in the morning. So he musters up the courage to not let her down tonight. No cop-outs about a dog to walk and feed or some research to do. No excuses. No lies.]
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