infomodder: good boy (taking it to the face)
ᴀᴘʀɪʟ's ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ([personal profile] infomodder) wrote 2015-02-11 09:15 pm (UTC)

[Abigail studies the blanket, and Will studies a small rip in the knee of his pants. Nothing worth fretting over, just a snag that ended up with a barely noticeable hole one has to be close to in order to even realize is there. He's just realized it's there. He hasn't just realized the growing collection of Abigail's things in the guest room, but he hasn't got in him to comment on it. She's more than welcome wherever Will stays, like hell is he going to risk proving that false through words he didn't think on before they came tumbling out of him.]

I don't know. [Still quiet, raw, completely honest. How can he know when he doesn't know the outcome of that bloody mess? If he's even alive to be able to forgive? What is the extent of costs he has to forgive? Without knowing how it all truly ended, it's difficult to gauge where to begin with forgiveness.] I guess that's a no, then, if I can't...say for certain either way.

[A sad attempt at a smile follows what might as well amount to thinking out loud, and he lets his hand drop from the small of Ziggy's back just long enough to see if she'll go padding across to Abigail for physical affection instead. She's going to have to; he leans back on that hand and lifts his other to get rid of some thread stuck between the blanket and Abigail's neck.]

Feeling any better?

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