[She gently pushes herself away from her wall to join him at his, leaving a good few inches of space between them as she leans back and re-crosses her arms, making herself comfortable there.]
Just like everything I do is for Henry. He's what keeps me going, even when things are at their worst. Maybe the fact that you love her so much is exactly why you didn't lose it when you can back.
[The barest flicker of a frown shows on her face before she looks back out towards the scene re-enacting itself in front of them. To people of the present, they would just be ghosts, but it was a fond memory for both of them.]
I'm not saying he's right. I don't think he'll try anything, that's not him, but I don't want you to think I'm not hearing you, either. I'm not an idealist, Tom. I don't sugarcoat things and I don't pretend things aren't what they are, but regardless of what you feel about James, you have to be a Tom that Jo would be proud of up until the very last second. Just like I have to be a mother that Henry can be proud of, even if sometimes I don't want to be. Sometimes I want to cut loose and just freaking lose it, and I've got nothing like your excuse.
But even though we're not going back? They're watching. Henry and Jo are both watching, so we need to make damn sure their present selves see that five years later, we are still worth putting their trust in.
He knows she's right and he can't even protest because there's absolutely nothing to fight about.
Every single little thing they do is being watched by their terrified friends and loved ones. And they're the ones doing the terrifying but there's all that much of of a choice.
A heavy sigh. He pinches the bridge of his nose before rubbing the back of his neck.]
I know.
[And he could go on a huge rant about how unfair everything is and how much he hates it, but what good would it do? None, is the answer. Nothing good would come out of being a child and having a fit.
He's not sorry, though. James deserved everything he got.]
Just. Gotta soldier on, huh. Business as usual, then.
[She grimaces, sympathetic at best. She knows it's not easy. She knows the last thing any of them want to do here at the end of the line is to bust their asses to stay strong. If there was ever a time to fall apart, this would be it -- but they can't. It's not an option.]
We'll manage it. We've pulled off greater feats, Tom.
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Date: 2014-01-04 10:01 pm (UTC)[She gently pushes herself away from her wall to join him at his, leaving a good few inches of space between them as she leans back and re-crosses her arms, making herself comfortable there.]
Just like everything I do is for Henry. He's what keeps me going, even when things are at their worst. Maybe the fact that you love her so much is exactly why you didn't lose it when you can back.
[The barest flicker of a frown shows on her face before she looks back out towards the scene re-enacting itself in front of them. To people of the present, they would just be ghosts, but it was a fond memory for both of them.]
I'm not saying he's right. I don't think he'll try anything, that's not him, but I don't want you to think I'm not hearing you, either. I'm not an idealist, Tom. I don't sugarcoat things and I don't pretend things aren't what they are, but regardless of what you feel about James, you have to be a Tom that Jo would be proud of up until the very last second. Just like I have to be a mother that Henry can be proud of, even if sometimes I don't want to be. Sometimes I want to cut loose and just freaking lose it, and I've got nothing like your excuse.
But even though we're not going back? They're watching. Henry and Jo are both watching, so we need to make damn sure their present selves see that five years later, we are still worth putting their trust in.
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Date: 2014-01-12 11:30 pm (UTC)He knows she's right and he can't even protest because there's absolutely nothing to fight about.
Every single little thing they do is being watched by their terrified friends and loved ones. And they're the ones doing the terrifying but there's all that much of of a choice.
A heavy sigh. He pinches the bridge of his nose before rubbing the back of his neck.]
I know.
[And he could go on a huge rant about how unfair everything is and how much he hates it, but what good would it do? None, is the answer. Nothing good would come out of being a child and having a fit.
He's not sorry, though. James deserved everything he got.]
Just. Gotta soldier on, huh. Business as usual, then.
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Date: 2014-01-14 03:43 am (UTC)[She grimaces, sympathetic at best. She knows it's not easy. She knows the last thing any of them want to do here at the end of the line is to bust their asses to stay strong. If there was ever a time to fall apart, this would be it -- but they can't. It's not an option.]
We'll manage it. We've pulled off greater feats, Tom.