Reverie: IC Inbox

[donkeyballs]

 

IC INBOX
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[donkeyballs]

[ He left them there. ]

You might have to tell me what a boat is like, for me to picture it, [ He admitted quietly. ]

And maybe the ocean, too.

[oddbod]

[There's a little noise that might be surprise, or amusement, or a sob.]

It's like... [She brings one hand down from her face, and cups it a bit lengthwise.] Shaped sort of like this. About as long as this room, maybe half as wide.

[Her voice wavers on every other word, and there's strain behind all of them.]

And the ocean... It's like space, it just keeps going, and it's blue.

[donkeyballs]

[ He can hear the strain, and he regrets it - wishes he could offer the easy comfort he'd somehow managed with Gunny - but there was a harder boundary between him and Clara, and trying to force past her comfort wasn't exactly going to make her feel better. So he just kept off on the edge, unsure of how to actually make her feel better. ]

That sounds pretty damn cramped. How much space did you have inside? Couldn't have been more than five feet from floor to ceiling, right?

[ Who knew boats would be open to the sky. ]

Honestly - I find it pretty impossible to imagine. But I'm tryin'.

[oddbod]

No ceiling. [A sniff. Her foot taps against the floor, anxious.] It’s just a long thing that floats, and it’s got benches.

[She honestly isn’t sure it’s helping, but at least since she started into the explanation she hasn’t felt the urge to dig her nails into her chest.]

[donkeyballs]

[ He's not sure it's helping either, but he doesn't know what else to do. He thinks about calling Amos, or Bobbie. ]

That sounds - absolutely terrifying and a little deadly.

[ He wets his lips, thinking. ]

You said you were with a friend?

[oddbod]

[She nods again, and leans forward onto her elbows, resting her face on her hands. Her mussed hair swings forward, hiding fresh tears.]

My best friend.

[donkeyballs]

[Christ, but the urge to hug her was intense. ]

The one who went four billion years?

[oddbod]

Yeah.

[The one she let down. The one she ruined.]

This was before that. When I was still alive.

[And everything was normal, and nothing was ending.]

[donkeyballs]

[ God, he is just doing an amazing job at the topic choices, isn't he. ]

And you two were on a boat, with Vikings, open to the sky.

[ Even with her description, he literally could not imagine in. ]

[oddbod]

Yeah. It was beautiful.

[Aside from the spears at their backs, though she wasn't too worried about that part. They always managed to get out of their jams, after all.

Until she had to go and screw them both over.]

Listen, Alex- [She takes as deep a breath as she can, looking up at him.] Thanks for this. I feel a lot better.

[See, she's even almost smiling a little. Almost]

Might try to get some sleep, though, see if that helps.

[donkeyballs]

[ He's not helping. He can tell he's not helping, and he feels guilty for it - but that doesn't mean he's entirely out of options. ]

Alrigh'. [ He wants to give her a hug, again. But he doesn't. He just awkwardly stands up straight again. ]

Try an' rest, if you can't. Lemme know if you need anythin', alright?

[oddbod]

[She nods. Her vision swims.]

I will. Thank you.

[donkeyballs]

[ He hesitates, one heart beat, two, and then lets out a breath, nodding. ]

Alright. Take care of yourself.

[ He slips out, letting the door close behind him, and frowns to himself.

And then he immediately goes to find Amos.

Maybe the engineer would be better at getting Clara's mind off everything...]

[oddbod]

[Joke's on you Alex, she's not going to sleep she's going to cry. Totally fooled you!!!]