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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 19:09:25 GMT
I fall silent again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 19:12:46 GMT
"Would rather have taken the yelling then the silence,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 19:56:40 GMT
"I'd much rather not yell."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 20:07:08 GMT
"Anything's better then the silence."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 20:16:09 GMT
"No," I shake my head slightly, "It isn't."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 20:26:54 GMT
I sigh softly, sinking lower into the bes, hoisting Alex higher up into my arms,"You can leave. I know you don't want to be here."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 21:14:34 GMT
"No, I'll stay," I say after a moment, "Unless you want me to leave?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 23:38:10 GMT
"Why would I want that?" I ask softly,"You saved me, Alex too,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 23:54:00 GMT
"I guess," I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 22, 2008 0:09:56 GMT
"You did, don't have to beat yourself up this time."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 22, 2008 0:16:53 GMT
"I know," I shrug, But I'm going to anyway.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 22, 2008 0:25:01 GMT
If anyone should beat themselves up it's me.
"Want to see him?" I ask softly, brushing the hair back off Alex's forehead.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 22, 2008 0:54:15 GMT
"Okay," I say after a moment, moving so I'm close enough to the bed to be able to touch either of them, but not making a move to do so.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 22, 2008 0:57:01 GMT
"You had that same look," I whisper softly,"When he was born. Scared if you touched him, he'd break in half."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 22, 2008 1:04:47 GMT
I don't want to hear it, I can't handle hearing it, so I look away from her, determinedly watching the floor tiles.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 22, 2008 1:08:39 GMT
I watch him, then just turn my attention back to Alex.
"Enterain me Ian," I whisper softly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 22, 2008 1:15:38 GMT
I glance back up at her, "I'm sorry?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 22, 2008 1:17:38 GMT
"Entertain me," I whisper again,"Talk to me."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 22, 2008 1:23:00 GMT
"About what?" I ask quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 22, 2008 1:24:49 GMT
"Anything and everything," I whisper.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 22, 2008 21:20:48 GMT
I hesitate, more because I know I have nothing to say. Nothing that I've not already said or that I've already decided never to say.
I don't think I've ever had nothing to say to her before.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 23, 2008 2:48:33 GMT
"Stunned into silence, never thought I'd see the day."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 23, 2008 22:01:26 GMT
"Enjoying it?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 24, 2008 0:49:10 GMT
"Not particularly."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 24, 2008 16:42:41 GMT
"I don't have anything to say," I murmur, it's more of an apology than an explanation.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 25, 2008 12:37:35 GMT
"Then, you don't have to be here if you don't want," I mutter, tucking a loose strand behind my ear.
You want him here though, scared you'll do something stupid without him?
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 25, 2008 23:06:13 GMT
"I do want to be here," I mumble.
I don't want to be here. I hate this place. I just want to be with you.
This is a lot more accurate, I decide, but it's not something I'm going to say out loud.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 26, 2008 3:52:36 GMT
"You hate this place," I agrue.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 26, 2008 12:22:23 GMT
"Very much so," I agree.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 26, 2008 15:43:31 GMT
Frowning slightly, I hoist Alex higher into my arms, he was never this quiet and it was worrying me a bit.
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