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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 21:10:25 GMT
"Hand," I mumble, nodding at his left hand.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 21:11:51 GMT
I hold out my left hand to her, wincing very slightly as I move my wrist.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 21:57:40 GMT
I taken gently hold of his hand, running my finger over his scar.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 22:07:31 GMT
I watch her tracing my scar but for some reason this makes me feel steadily worse.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 1:33:29 GMT
"No matter what happens, I'm always here." I mumble,"Just like this," I mumble still tracing his scar,"Fuck up or not, I love you. Okay?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 11:08:03 GMT
"Okay," I say quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 16:38:49 GMT
"Your not a fuck up," I mutter,"Not to me your not."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 16:40:39 GMT
"I feel like I am," I mutter.
I failed you.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 16:51:00 GMT
"Your not." I mutter,"You have a family, that's something a fuck up wouldn't have,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 16:52:39 GMT
"I've fucked up everything else," I mumble, "I'm scared of what's in my own head. That's not...that's not how it's supposed to be."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 17:07:08 GMT
I gently take his face in my hands, making him look up at me,"Stop it, just stop it." I say firmly,"Your not six anymore Ian, you don't have to be scared and not ask for help. I am right here. I've been here and I'm not going anywhere,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 17:10:41 GMT
I nod silently, not sure how to respond.
What if you're beyond help? You probably are.
Go away. Not now.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 17:19:51 GMT
"I have always been here," I mumble taking his hand,"Always will be."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 17:22:07 GMT
"I know," I say quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 17:25:32 GMT
"So no more being scared," I mutter.Your one to talk.
"We have a baby now, a son. We need to be strong, for him. For Alex."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 17:28:51 GMT
"No more being scared," I agree.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 17:36:51 GMT
"We can't afford to fall apart,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 17:39:14 GMT
"Yeah, I know."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 17:48:14 GMT
"Think you can keep it together? Just a little longer?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 17:51:04 GMT
"I'll manage."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 18:02:33 GMT
"Okay,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 18:03:56 GMT
I fall silent again, dropping my gaze.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 18:09:18 GMT
I gently brush his hiar off his forehead, moving closer.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 18:29:35 GMT
I keep my arm round her gratefully as she moves closer.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 18:51:37 GMT
I kiss him softly on the forehead, resting my head lightly ontop of his.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 18:53:24 GMT
I lean my head against her as she rests my head ontop of mine, feeling increasingly like a child.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 19:04:17 GMT
"I love you Ian," I mumble quietly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 19:04:39 GMT
"I love you too," I say quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 19:21:05 GMT
"Feel like I've known you my whole life," I mumble.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 19:26:38 GMT
I stay quiet about what I remember Jack saying to me all of a sudden, although I'm not sure why I'm reluctant to tell her.
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