#bogxrt

“Romantic? Good, maybe I’m just as poetic off screen as I am in front of a camera.” She shook her head, looking over at him with sad eyes. “Nothing. I think I’m just tired, and I say strange things when I’m tired.” Although to her, tired meant so many different things. Tired of not being enough, tired of worrying. Worrying about the war, about being a good mother, about keeping her job. Tired of wondering when things were going to get easier...

“Well, you know me. I can’t help but say what I think, even if it is at an inconvenient time.” Brigid wrapped an arm around his, squeezing a bit. “Don’t get too upset.”