( she watches the way he cycles through his different thoughts, and his feelings. she sees him now as a puzzle, as someone she wants to learn and figure out. he's complicated; there's no question there. she wonders what they might have in common. the defeated sadness that overtakes him toward the end tugs at her heartstrings. cassie reaches over and places a hand on his shoulder gently. her voice is just as soft as the touch. )
I know. And I know what that's like. I'm sorry.
( and what else can she say? what else can she do but sit beside him until he's ready to move on to the next thing, to pick himself up and get on with things? she really can't. they've talked all they can talk, she thinks. she drops her hand and folds her arms around herself. maybe just knowing someone's there will be enough for him, for now. )
action.
I know. And I know what that's like. I'm sorry.
( and what else can she say? what else can she do but sit beside him until he's ready to move on to the next thing, to pick himself up and get on with things? she really can't. they've talked all they can talk, she thinks. she drops her hand and folds her arms around herself. maybe just knowing someone's there will be enough for him, for now. )