[Prior says, finally, after a long moment letting the silence draw itself out along the lengthening shadows on the floor. He twists so he's facing inward, toward John, sighing softly as he studies the silhouette of his features. He'd like to be more aloof, but it's very hard to hold someone at arm's length when you've just seen them being spun round the dancefloor by their own personal demons and your arm's the only thing you've got to offer out.
He stretches a hand out and smooths John's hair back from the muss across his forehead.]
Time. People change no matter what, without wars or death or sickness to blame. And sometimes the people we want to take with us can't or won't come. Sometimes we won't let them.
[Sometimes we have to let people worry and understand that it's a byproduct of love, for godssakes, but - one thing at a time.]
These dreams are just your mind trying to get you back to where you were. Fix the things you wish hadn't happened, but even in this crazy place the world won't work that way. It only spins forwards, and we who are stuck dwelling on it get one of two choices: we hold on as best we can, or we get off the ride altogether. You've got things to hold on for. And maybe you can't get back to the way you'd hoped things would be, but if you can get over being afraid of all the things that could go wrong, starting something new might not be so bad.
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[Prior says, finally, after a long moment letting the silence draw itself out along the lengthening shadows on the floor. He twists so he's facing inward, toward John, sighing softly as he studies the silhouette of his features. He'd like to be more aloof, but it's very hard to hold someone at arm's length when you've just seen them being spun round the dancefloor by their own personal demons and your arm's the only thing you've got to offer out.
He stretches a hand out and smooths John's hair back from the muss across his forehead.]
Time. People change no matter what, without wars or death or sickness to blame. And sometimes the people we want to take with us can't or won't come. Sometimes we won't let them.
[Sometimes we have to let people worry and understand that it's a byproduct of love, for godssakes, but - one thing at a time.]
These dreams are just your mind trying to get you back to where you were. Fix the things you wish hadn't happened, but even in this crazy place the world won't work that way. It only spins forwards, and we who are stuck dwelling on it get one of two choices: we hold on as best we can, or we get off the ride altogether. You've got things to hold on for. And maybe you can't get back to the way you'd hoped things would be, but if you can get over being afraid of all the things that could go wrong, starting something new might not be so bad.