[ the longer terry sits there, the more sure he becomes that he isn't ready for this conversation. nevermind the daddy issues, the intimacy issues, the trust issues -- he isn't even sure how he got to this point, with so many people he actually gives a real shit about. back home, the emotional wall he put up was thirty feet high and then some. how did he get so invested here anyway? invested enough that he can't brush off what bradbury or jenny means to him.
he fidgets a little, uncomfortable. ]
What's there to talk about? It's not like you killed me.
no subject
he fidgets a little, uncomfortable. ]
What's there to talk about? It's not like you killed me.