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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❛ sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜
despite herself, she pictures him like that ––– fast asleep, and still with his fists clenched tight, ready to throw a punch at a moment’s notice. ready to fight off nightmares and boogeymen with no weapons but his fists. ‘ you’re always so ready for war, ’ she murmurs, smiling to herself and shaking her head. she’s not surprised, of course, but it still aches somewhere in the hollow of her chest. one day he’ll have to lay the guns down . . . won’t he ?
‘ i shoot straight, ’ she assures him, ducking her head, shuffling her feet a bit. karen thinks she should feel a bit angry with him, for the insinuation, but she knows better. knows him better. he says shoot straight because he can’t bring himself to say be careful. she wonders, only for a moment, what else he might say if he let himself. ‘ you goin’ somewhere, frank ? that sounds an awful lot like a goodbye. ’
