The leaves crunch and shift under their feet in a way he's only used to here, there'd never been many fallen leaves in the streets back home. He likes the sound, though.
Chris shakes his head. "You weren't callous. How were you to know? I only gave you context after the fact, for all you knew, I could have simply read them somewhere." His hand slips form Jacob's back to curl around his upper arm instead. "I know you don't recall...think I could tell from the moment I saw you again. I just wasn't sure if I should talk to you about it or leave it, seeing as I think it's a far kinder thing you don't remember it much."
He opens his mouth a moment. Closes it, and then sighs. He hasn't talked to anyone about this. The pit has come up, he's talked about the pain and fear and anger, but there's two moments he remembers with crystal clarity and hasn't breathed a word of them to anyone, including the men they involve. One of them lingers now on the edge of his tongue. Still, he hesitates. Maybe it was kinder to keep that piece himself. A body isn't meant to remember its own demise and, blissfully, Jacob doesn't. That's as it should be.
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Date: 2022-12-12 06:51 pm (UTC)Chris shakes his head. "You weren't callous. How were you to know? I only gave you context after the fact, for all you knew, I could have simply read them somewhere." His hand slips form Jacob's back to curl around his upper arm instead. "I know you don't recall...think I could tell from the moment I saw you again. I just wasn't sure if I should talk to you about it or leave it, seeing as I think it's a far kinder thing you don't remember it much."
He opens his mouth a moment. Closes it, and then sighs. He hasn't talked to anyone about this. The pit has come up, he's talked about the pain and fear and anger, but there's two moments he remembers with crystal clarity and hasn't breathed a word of them to anyone, including the men they involve. One of them lingers now on the edge of his tongue. Still, he hesitates. Maybe it was kinder to keep that piece himself. A body isn't meant to remember its own demise and, blissfully, Jacob doesn't. That's as it should be.