[ he nods, even though he knows he can't see him, but it proves to be more for himself than anything, trying to pull himself together with something he's not accustomed to. ]
Yeah. Yeah, good. Just β just get back to me.
[ because they both know he'll lose his damn mind if he doesn't hear from him. ]
I'll wait. [ which is his own sort of promise that he won't do anything reckless, or try to charge in on his own accord as he's been prone to do. ]
[Diarmuid signs off β and the waiting game begins.
Itβs some time later (but as promptly as Diarmuid can, as is his way) when he sends a quick text message, his nerves shot but his heart a little less mangled.]
finished speeking with him.
Itβs ok now, you dont need to worry any more, I ashure you.
[ of course he's damn nervous the whole time. because he isn't there and he's desperate to be, but he knows diarmuid wouldn't want that (it's not even like he'd know where to go, but the town is small enough that he could probably find them if he dug a little).
but he tries to maintain himself β patience, as he remembers.
and then the text comes, and he releases a breath he'd been holding for far too long. ]
[Patience is a good virtue to have, Frank; Diarmuid's more than relieved to see Frank's practicing it, and hadn't burst into the cafe at some point despite his best attempts.]
I don't know yet. It's complecated, I think.
We talked about books. He wants to give me a rabit that can deliver messages if I need it. I think he
really is just a good person.
I don't know how to feel about it, when I still feel some mesure of fear when I look at him.
[ it's weird to read diarmuid's description of what happened; most people don't chat about ordinary things like books and animals with their torturers, and for a minute, frank even wonders if the kid's still talking about the same person.
but he knows diarmuid, and he evens knows quentin, and if the dome hadn't happened, this description would read normal without a doubt in this mind.
still, he can't rest easy. ]
it's gonna happen that feeling
that battle in your head about one image you got versus another
[ he'd had that before too. with bill.
when your best friend in the whole goddamn world turns out to be the reason your family's dead, it's a lot to try and separate those two different images. ]
take it one step at a time, yeah? it's gonna take a while to figure out how you really feel
[They're all words that resonate with him, appease his concerns, and most certainly make him wonder what the future may bring now; he prays it's something better than nearly getting killed in a forest by men who were once pleasant acquaintances. Biting his lip, he replies with some concern:]
... just talking, right? nothing too intemidating? Give him a chanse before you give him any scary looks.
[Yes, this is a boy who is trying to help out the guy who shot him through the shoulder.
[ he doesn't have the answers on how to heal, still struggling to figure that out for himself, but he knows diarmuid's got a strong head on his shoulders. that kid will get through this. ]
hey
it ain't like i can help the rough road look it's just my face
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Yeah. Yeah, good. Just β just get back to me.
[ because they both know he'll lose his damn mind if he doesn't hear from him. ]
I'll wait. [ which is his own sort of promise that he won't do anything reckless, or try to charge in on his own accord as he's been prone to do. ]
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Itβs some time later (but as promptly as Diarmuid can, as is his way) when he sends a quick text message, his nerves shot but his heart a little less mangled.]
finished speeking with him.
Itβs ok now, you dont need to worry any more, I ashure you.
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but he tries to maintain himself β patience, as he remembers.
and then the text comes, and he releases a breath he'd been holding for far too long. ]
okay
you're alright?
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I don't know yet.
It's complecated, I think.
We talked about books.
He wants to give me a rabit that can deliver messages if I need it.
I think he
really is just a good person.
I don't know how to feel about it, when I still feel some mesure of fear when I look at him.
It's foolish to feel guilty about that, isn't it?
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but he knows diarmuid, and he evens knows quentin, and if the dome hadn't happened, this description would read normal without a doubt in this mind.
still, he can't rest easy. ]
it's gonna happen
that feeling
that battle in your head about one image you got versus another
[ he'd had that before too. with bill.
when your best friend in the whole goddamn world turns out to be the reason your family's dead, it's a lot to try and separate those two different images. ]
take it one step at a time, yeah?
it's gonna take a while
to figure out how you really feel
[ and after a beat, ]
i'll try talking to him too sometime
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... just talking, right?
nothing too intemidating?
Give him a chanse before you give him any scary looks.
[Yes, this is a boy who is trying to help out the guy who shot him through the shoulder.
He's an odd thing, he knows, he knows.]
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hey
it ain't like i can help the rough road look
it's just my face
[ it's not like he tries to look intimidating.
most of the time. ]
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Nooo
you have
a very frendly face.
[Does he sound convincing enough?]
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kid you're a damn terrible liar
even in text
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I just... prefer not to lie. That's all.
[He's a terrible liar.]
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liars are assholes
never be an asshole
[ says the king of assholes. ]
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Some one has to be the machure one around here.