“Yeah,” Carver echoes quietly. It’s complicated and he can’t make it simple—he doesn’t think anyone can. But they’re both here, watching each other, speaking quietly and trying.
He’s quiet again. Then:
“Sometimes I feel like I’m getting better. Doing things a new way, a better way. And then sometimes I snap right back to how things were back home, how I was back home.”
He thinks she knows what that’s like. Getting stuck in the wake of old, battle-won reflex.
“But, I asked you to come and you came. It helped.”
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Date: 2023-09-27 07:17 pm (UTC)From:He’s quiet again. Then:
“Sometimes I feel like I’m getting better. Doing things a new way, a better way. And then sometimes I snap right back to how things were back home, how I was back home.”
He thinks she knows what that’s like. Getting stuck in the wake of old, battle-won reflex.
“But, I asked you to come and you came. It helped.”