[ He'll walk with this own weight, once it feels right; somewhere along when he recognises his aching isn't actually there anymore, a phantom pain receding -- this time, he'll give a quiet "thanks".
But everything else, that stays tilted, not right. There's blood sticking to him, the exhaustion of the effort; there's a man's body left to rest in an abandoned shack in some place he doesn't belong, and if Robby thinks too much, that's where his mind goes. The anger sparks. He feels something close to glad for what he did.
That's not what he wants. ]
Yeah? [ He says, a little delayed. A small pause, and honestly: ] I think I'd pick being in juvie over being here right now. Shitty take out food. [ ... ] That shower-- a shower sounds good.
[ He's trying to grasp onto anything that isn't everything that just happened. ]
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But everything else, that stays tilted, not right. There's blood sticking to him, the exhaustion of the effort; there's a man's body left to rest in an abandoned shack in some place he doesn't belong, and if Robby thinks too much, that's where his mind goes. The anger sparks. He feels something close to glad for what he did.
That's not what he wants. ]
Yeah? [ He says, a little delayed. A small pause, and honestly: ] I think I'd pick being in juvie over being here right now. Shitty take out food. [ ... ] That shower-- a shower sounds good.
[ He's trying to grasp onto anything that isn't everything that just happened. ]