graftage: (winter of our discontent)
John Steinbeck ([personal profile] graftage) wrote in [community profile] spiritingaway 2017-02-13 11:19 pm (UTC)

I know that, but...

[This is stupid. He shouldn't be so worried. Kate is fine, she's here, she's alive, there's no reason to get all upset over something that never happened. And yet, here he is, something dull and heavy in his chest. She touches his cheek, and he unconsciously leans into it, reaching up with his hand to grasp her hand.]

What if he had hit harder? I...I didn't react quickly. He had you down before I could even move. [He feels his eyes almost burning, like he wants to cry.] I just...I don't know. I can't stop thinking about it.

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