[ He finds the most difficult thing is that he doesn't feel like he has a leg to stand on. He doesn't believe he can properly be angry with her. Is he allowed? After everything he doesn't think he could really tell her not to go take care of the boy. He needs her likely. Given what she's told him about how stubborn he is he doesn't doubt that he's likely not going to let just anyone look after him. He would have liked to have had time with her on his birthday, but it wasn't her fault. She was needed elsewhere. Truly needed.
When she returns he's not sure why. He doesn't imagine she'll stay for very long. Not when she's needed. Maybe they'll fix what's sprung up between them or maybe it'll remain like this until he goes back into stasis to gather whatever memories he hasn't yet. To push him forward into a future where he doesn't get to be a father. Not once. Nor does he get to really be a husband for the next twenty years. A shell he assumes.
Her voice surprises him, but he doesn't let that show. He remains quiet. He's reading or attempting to. Really the last couple of days he's done more reading than drinking. But he has no drink yet. Just silence.
She is right. It's never been ideal. Certainly not for Claire. She was forced into all of this. Pushed by Dougal and circumstance. It's a wonder she didn't wind up hating him with every fiber of her being. He certainly wouldn't blame her. Yet it went another way. ]
Never ideal, but we've always found our way. Together. Though now it's as if ye dinnae want us t' find a way.
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When she returns he's not sure why. He doesn't imagine she'll stay for very long. Not when she's needed. Maybe they'll fix what's sprung up between them or maybe it'll remain like this until he goes back into stasis to gather whatever memories he hasn't yet. To push him forward into a future where he doesn't get to be a father. Not once. Nor does he get to really be a husband for the next twenty years. A shell he assumes.
Her voice surprises him, but he doesn't let that show. He remains quiet. He's reading or attempting to. Really the last couple of days he's done more reading than drinking. But he has no drink yet. Just silence.
She is right. It's never been ideal. Certainly not for Claire. She was forced into all of this. Pushed by Dougal and circumstance. It's a wonder she didn't wind up hating him with every fiber of her being. He certainly wouldn't blame her. Yet it went another way. ]
Never ideal, but we've always found our way. Together. Though now it's as if ye dinnae want us t' find a way.