Marcus' hand on her back is solid and reassuring, and after a moment her
breath slows. She feels very silly and babyish, but she's not really above
being comforted, right now. She might never have had a father who cared one
bit, and she's not sure she even wants a proper fatherly type like
Cosette's adoptive father or even Hopper, the way he and Bev sit down for
meals all together and go bowling. But Marcus is the sort she'd have wished
was her father, if she could have chosen.
No one's ever said anything like any of this to her, and she sits back and
takes it all in for a long moment, and wipes her eyes several times. "I'm
sorry," she says, "I never cry, I just. Thank you." She's not sure if it's
true, she's not sure if she can trust it, but she's certain he does, and
Marcus has a closer in with God than she does, at least.
"I'm letting my tea get cold," she says, self-conscious, and glances up at
him sidelong. "Are you all right? After yesterday, I mean." She hadn't seen
what happened, but she'd spoken to him about who he'd seen, earlier, and
she'd seen he was there, at the very beginning. So something must have, the
way it did to all of them.
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Date: 2018-11-29 12:18 am (UTC)Marcus' hand on her back is solid and reassuring, and after a moment her breath slows. She feels very silly and babyish, but she's not really above being comforted, right now. She might never have had a father who cared one bit, and she's not sure she even wants a proper fatherly type like Cosette's adoptive father or even Hopper, the way he and Bev sit down for meals all together and go bowling. But Marcus is the sort she'd have wished was her father, if she could have chosen.
No one's ever said anything like any of this to her, and she sits back and takes it all in for a long moment, and wipes her eyes several times. "I'm sorry," she says, "I never cry, I just. Thank you." She's not sure if it's true, she's not sure if she can trust it, but she's certain he does, and Marcus has a closer in with God than she does, at least.
"I'm letting my tea get cold," she says, self-conscious, and glances up at him sidelong. "Are you all right? After yesterday, I mean." She hadn't seen what happened, but she'd spoken to him about who he'd seen, earlier, and she'd seen he was there, at the very beginning. So something must have, the way it did to all of them.