[ It would have been easy to land a blow now. Gene's open for it, exposed. Counting ghosts. It would've been easy to stand up and snap his neck, just like that. Ephemera had wanted to do that once. Not with Gene, no, but Carolina, he'd wanted her to know it was coming. To die hurting just like he was. It was why he'd refused to modify his gear to a suit a sniper rifle. There had been too much of him that needed her to know it was him, to see it coming. And he'd hated her enough to try it, to dig into whatever opening she gave.
He breathes out. ]
Okay.
[ He's never known what to do when other people cried except embrace them, and that —
Part of him wants to ease the hurt. But that's not his place. Not when he caused it in the first place. There's nothing to do but wait it out and hope it won't scar.
He stands up slowly. Better to leave now, and keep to his own company. His head isn't good around other people tonight. ]
[ Ephemera stiffs at the touch, but only a little. They're probably beyond that now, he thinks. With what they know about each other. The pain that was shared, and what Ephemera promised him. It's rare that he draws for other people, but this is important.
Just grab the other half'a the bench. Easier with two people.
( he'd done it alone to start, an' he could this time around too, but. there's somethin' of a catharsis in helpin'. in bein' asked to help. it's as important to the psyche as any other human thing. )
Right, [ he murmurs, feeling foolish. It was obvious, wasn't it? But his mind feels distant and tangled still, caught up on distant things. This is physical, though. Easy.
All right, then. You go on. look after yourself, pal.
( it's soft an' heartfelt. he won't offer to walk the man back to the safehouse or any such thing, he's obviously a fella what eschews weaknesses an' has had near about his fill. but gene'll probably check in on him after a few hours just to make sure he's sleepin' well as he can an' that he's doin' all right, an' he'll be content with that. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2020-01-01 06:28 pm (UTC)He breathes out. ]
Okay.
[ He's never known what to do when other people cried except embrace them, and that —
Part of him wants to ease the hurt. But that's not his place. Not when he caused it in the first place. There's nothing to do but wait it out and hope it won't scar.
He stands up slowly. Better to leave now, and keep to his own company. His head isn't good around other people tonight. ]
no subject
Date: 2020-01-02 02:30 am (UTC)gene just slings his bag across his back an' goes to unblock the door, bumpin' ephemera's shoulder as he goes. )
C'mon, gimme a hand.
no subject
Date: 2020-01-02 02:59 am (UTC)He'll get it right, when the time comes. ]
What do you need?
no subject
Date: 2020-01-02 03:00 am (UTC)( he'd done it alone to start, an' he could this time around too, but. there's somethin' of a catharsis in helpin'. in bein' asked to help. it's as important to the psyche as any other human thing. )
no subject
Date: 2020-01-02 03:14 am (UTC)He lifts his end. ]
no subject
Date: 2020-01-03 01:38 am (UTC)C'mon. You want a drink, or you reckon you're gonna head back to the safehouse an' get some rest after all that?
no subject
Date: 2020-01-03 02:01 am (UTC)[ He's too tired to play it off. Just the fact of it. ]
I'm gonna head back. Sleep it off.
no subject
Date: 2020-01-04 12:21 am (UTC)( it's soft an' heartfelt. he won't offer to walk the man back to the safehouse or any such thing, he's obviously a fella what eschews weaknesses an' has had near about his fill. but gene'll probably check in on him after a few hours just to make sure he's sleepin' well as he can an' that he's doin' all right, an' he'll be content with that. )