[It was a little eerie sometimes, how similar their methods were. Like pushing a large, slow rolling ball back and forth of their silent struggles, yet without really wanting to reveal how they truly felt about it. And in this case, the metaphorical ball was bright red, with stripes of gold, blue and white...
It had always been that way between them since their arrival.
What had she learned in that time...? Since meeting him again, and that distance... even if it all came back to "Zero is Zero", he had never truly known her... but it seemed wrong, to dwell on that sort of thing.]
... I should have kept the possibility in my thoughts... There was ... no warning in this.
[At least the other time, he had dropped out of all communication of his own volition, and it had been a year. Being here with these timelines being out of whack just threw... everything out of whack. The sense of time, the responsibility...]
But that's how it usually is, here, isn't it? [Others, gone without a trace, but it hadn't hit like this.]
We'll just have to keep on...
[Brave words. She's not sure that she's ready to allow herself to be... out of sorts. She always finds a way to pull out of it, even with the worst she's faced at home. That wasn't the issue. She didn't really know what he was returning to, only that she would see him later, but ... that didn't take away that lingering ache, either. He had been that constant... she sets her books aside, absently pulling her knees toward her in that over-sized chair.]
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Date: 2017-04-13 03:52 am (UTC)From:It had always been that way between them since their arrival.
What had she learned in that time...? Since meeting him again, and that distance... even if it all came back to "Zero is Zero", he had never truly known her... but it seemed wrong, to dwell on that sort of thing.]
... I should have kept the possibility in my thoughts... There was ... no warning in this.
[At least the other time, he had dropped out of all communication of his own volition, and it had been a year. Being here with these timelines being out of whack just threw... everything out of whack. The sense of time, the responsibility...]
But that's how it usually is, here, isn't it? [Others, gone without a trace, but it hadn't hit like this.]
We'll just have to keep on...
[Brave words. She's not sure that she's ready to allow herself to be... out of sorts. She always finds a way to pull out of it, even with the worst she's faced at home. That wasn't the issue. She didn't really know what he was returning to, only that she would see him later, but ... that didn't take away that lingering ache, either. He had been that constant... she sets her books aside, absently pulling her knees toward her in that over-sized chair.]