I watch him very closely now. Always keeping an eye on his eyes, He has
very astounding ones you know. You could tell his whole state of being if
you knew just how deep to look, which I do. I don't think the others
notice that though, being as the two blondes are so wrapped up in each
other. He had slept in my arms that night, trusting me with a newly
rebuilt soul. I know, I have to be careful, the glue hasn't completely set
yet.
Now that this has happened, I've noticed that most of the tension in the air around us has diffused, as if a disastrous secret sprang out, which it had.
It's the worst for him at night, the dreams keep coming back to haunt this poor wanderer, but somehow, we find our way to each other, and it seems to help. I hope it helps. I want to protect this curious wonder, this diamond in the rough that sloes with blood, death and pain. There's so much, that you almost forget to look for the sparkle, but its there, all you have to do is look. And to think, we almost lost that. Coming home early that night was probably the best thing I've ever done, for my self and Ken…our team…all of us.
I go to him overnight. Sometimes, I'll just watch him sleep, like a hovering parent, other times, when he's still awake, I'll go in and talk, hold him together just for the hell of it. Reassurances.
I worry about him. As I've mentioned before, the glue hasn't entirely set. I can tell because of the little things, seeing two friends laughing and playing always brings a slight crack to his soul, every mission we're on always holds a danger of hitting a weak spot. But every time I see it, I go to him, making it not a last ditch defeated resource, but a genuine offer. He always accepts.
He came to me tonight. I was up late reading when I heard the door open slowly, like someone was ready to close it at the slightest notice. I didn't look up, I don't have to. I know who it is, I know its him. It couldn't be anyone else with timid, slightly heavy steps like that. A soft weight settled on the bed beside me, and a dark, tousled head rested on my shoulder. Putting down my book, I turned, drawing him in like a worn teddy bear, looking down, I asked 'what brought this on' with my eyes. I know he gets the message when he sleepily murmurs up.
"Wanna stay with you…" I see trust within those depths, and I realize, the glue has set. He's going to be fine, and as long as I can breath, as long as I live, I am going to make sure it stays that way.
"I want you to stay too…" I say softly as I turned out the light and slide down, still clasping the sleepy wonder close to what remains of my black, torn and tatterd heart, maybe, he can act as glue for me too oneday….
Now that this has happened, I've noticed that most of the tension in the air around us has diffused, as if a disastrous secret sprang out, which it had.
It's the worst for him at night, the dreams keep coming back to haunt this poor wanderer, but somehow, we find our way to each other, and it seems to help. I hope it helps. I want to protect this curious wonder, this diamond in the rough that sloes with blood, death and pain. There's so much, that you almost forget to look for the sparkle, but its there, all you have to do is look. And to think, we almost lost that. Coming home early that night was probably the best thing I've ever done, for my self and Ken…our team…all of us.
I go to him overnight. Sometimes, I'll just watch him sleep, like a hovering parent, other times, when he's still awake, I'll go in and talk, hold him together just for the hell of it. Reassurances.
I worry about him. As I've mentioned before, the glue hasn't entirely set. I can tell because of the little things, seeing two friends laughing and playing always brings a slight crack to his soul, every mission we're on always holds a danger of hitting a weak spot. But every time I see it, I go to him, making it not a last ditch defeated resource, but a genuine offer. He always accepts.
He came to me tonight. I was up late reading when I heard the door open slowly, like someone was ready to close it at the slightest notice. I didn't look up, I don't have to. I know who it is, I know its him. It couldn't be anyone else with timid, slightly heavy steps like that. A soft weight settled on the bed beside me, and a dark, tousled head rested on my shoulder. Putting down my book, I turned, drawing him in like a worn teddy bear, looking down, I asked 'what brought this on' with my eyes. I know he gets the message when he sleepily murmurs up.
"Wanna stay with you…" I see trust within those depths, and I realize, the glue has set. He's going to be fine, and as long as I can breath, as long as I live, I am going to make sure it stays that way.
"I want you to stay too…" I say softly as I turned out the light and slide down, still clasping the sleepy wonder close to what remains of my black, torn and tatterd heart, maybe, he can act as glue for me too oneday….
