[It's less of a slip and more of a gulf. There'd always been a gap, a certain inability to communicate that lingered well into adulthood. Left them with grand gestures but so few simple, common words. Like love. Or proud. Or need.
And nothing for how to address THIS. He didn't even know the emotion it brought up, too complicated to term it to one word.]
She often is. Wise, that is.
[The feeling that there should be words here, something to push the right way, stir the right thing... But nothing came. He simply settled for:]
no subject
And nothing for how to address THIS. He didn't even know the emotion it brought up, too complicated to term it to one word.]
She often is. Wise, that is.
[The feeling that there should be words here, something to push the right way, stir the right thing... But nothing came. He simply settled for:]
... In the mean time, get some rest.