The 15th. Not even a week. Not even the full six days. What could have possibly happened in that short of time?
And then the reassurance comes and it....it means a lot.
It Means A Lot
It shouldn't. It should be pretty words in one ear and out the other and mean nothing and instead it makes his chest feel tight. Hurt. It HURTS.
The uniformly cut potatoes suddenly get a misshapen lump and Connor drops the knife because he's shaking. Misplayed cords and cigarettes and shotguns and fondness and-
"I can't be deviant," he said and there is despair in his voice. "I'm supposed to hunt them. Not become one."
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And then the reassurance comes and it....it means a lot.
It Means A Lot
It shouldn't. It should be pretty words in one ear and out the other and mean nothing and instead it makes his chest feel tight. Hurt. It HURTS.
The uniformly cut potatoes suddenly get a misshapen lump and Connor drops the knife because he's shaking. Misplayed cords and cigarettes and shotguns and fondness and-
"I can't be deviant," he said and there is despair in his voice. "I'm supposed to hunt them. Not become one."