[ falco goes quiet in the pile of hay he’s sunken into, knees propped up and straightening his back. fern’s here, talking to him about what happened, about the thing, he was there then and was here now, so— ]
. . . Thank you, Fern.
[ an apology was at the tip of his tongue, too— but gratitude felt more worthwhile, at the moment. ]
no subject
. . . Thank you, Fern.
[ an apology was at the tip of his tongue, too— but gratitude felt more worthwhile, at the moment. ]