[ frank sees the tear slip across diarmuidβs cheek and his own chest tightens from the guilt of it. but heβd wanted to present some honesty, some part of himself thatβs genuine, with all that the kidβs placed some trust in him, whether misguided or not.
heβs not going to be a replacement for his friend, he doesnβt intend to be, but he can still try to look out for him when it mattered.
especially when itβs clear heβs lost so much of his own, and tries his damn hardest to keep his spirits up despite it. kidβs a lot stronger than he is, frank knows that much. ]
Donβt be sorry, kid. [ he shakes his head, peering down at the picture in his hand when diarmuid returns it. ] Sometimes I β with how long itβs been, I worry sometimes about forgetting. Itβs good to talk about it, yβknow. Every now and then.
[ raising his head again, his lips are parted, eyes shifting slightly as if in thought about his next words before he speaks them. ]
So ... so thanks for this. And for showing me that picture of yours. I know it means a lot to you.
[Diarmuid smiles, rubbing his face with his sleeve.]
We won't forget.
But we should not also forget... it would be a grave sin, that we die with our dead β that we dishonor them by closing ourselves off in whatever life we may have left in our lungs.
[Collecting the box of polaroids, he looks at him more confidently, even if the tear track on his cheek still somewhat glistens in the light.]
[ he doesnβt like being this exposed, to have someone peering at him when heβs mentally in such a vulnerable place, but diarmuid has uncoated something and it leaves him no place to hide, the words striking at the very thing that heβd attempted again and again for so long. ]
Yeah. [ he responds with his voice low, eyes turned away before they finally rise to look back, pairing it with a nod that follows.
he remains silent for a moment before he finally reaches over, his palm bracing over the boyβs head before he gives his hair a slight shuffle. ] I think youβre right.
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heβs not going to be a replacement for his friend, he doesnβt intend to be, but he can still try to look out for him when it mattered.
especially when itβs clear heβs lost so much of his own, and tries his damn hardest to keep his spirits up despite it. kidβs a lot stronger than he is, frank knows that much. ]
Donβt be sorry, kid. [ he shakes his head, peering down at the picture in his hand when diarmuid returns it. ] Sometimes I β with how long itβs been, I worry sometimes about forgetting. Itβs good to talk about it, yβknow. Every now and then.
[ raising his head again, his lips are parted, eyes shifting slightly as if in thought about his next words before he speaks them. ]
So ... so thanks for this. And for showing me that picture of yours. I know it means a lot to you.
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We won't forget.
But we should not also forget... it would be a grave sin, that we die with our dead β that we dishonor them by closing ourselves off in whatever life we may have left in our lungs.
[Collecting the box of polaroids, he looks at him more confidently, even if the tear track on his cheek still somewhat glistens in the light.]
Don't you think?
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Yeah. [ he responds with his voice low, eyes turned away before they finally rise to look back, pairing it with a nod that follows.
he remains silent for a moment before he finally reaches over, his palm bracing over the boyβs head before he gives his hair a slight shuffle. ] I think youβre right.