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he bursts out laughing,   head tipped back,   not making fun of  her  but it’s her choice of words,   the way she talks them with utmost seriousness,   it’s what gets him.      her  theatrics  are still  endearing,   and somehow,   he isn’t tired of it.      he usually gets bored a few weeks in,   but lyn’s flare for the dramatics navigates beautifully within his interest,   it leaves him wanting  more.      so he keeps coming.      it’s good to have fun like this,   he  can and will  do fun.      it’s therapeutic somehow. 

silence surrounded them for a moment,   broken by characteristic smack of lips.      he could try and empathize,   which would lead him nowhere.      so he didn’t even bother to go there.      for a minute,   he thought about what her poison would be;   she’s too young to know that,   to have found her drink yet,   and with bars having been out of business for a while now,   maybe she would never get the chance.   a thought that meant another dead end,   besides,   he only had bourbon with him,   a bottle from which he pours into these cans that were now cups.

as a father,   he cannot help but think of marcus,   of how his own child would adjust to a world like this.      without him to take his hand and walk him through all the violence and bloodshed,   it scares him.      he hadn’t had any news from them in a couple of weeks,   and pushing through the unknown of his son and his mother’s state has kept him uneasy.      no one seems to be brave enough to utter neither of their names,   and that’s a smart move.

“Why are you sorry?” Helen asked. “I liked that.” 

“Yeah?” asked Aline. “Do you want to get breakfast?” 

“Well, no,” said Helen. 

Aline looked dismayed. “I messed it up. When did I mess it up?” 

“I just meant,” Helen said hastily, “let’s get lunch instead. That way, we can get  back to the Institute first and clean up. I have ichor between my fingers.”

❝           do    you   think    he   crashed   the   car   on   purpose?          ❞    

❝           have   you   read   the   newspaper   stories   about   my   wife?          ❞    

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