[There's a quiet little sigh with the word; only because he's tired and filthy and all he wants is to scrub himself clean and fall into bed for a day or three, in clean clothes and sheets, in a room that doesn't show his father's hand. Somewhere in there, eating is also a desire.
But he doesn't want to leave Anne alone here. And he needs to know she's made it out all right, because if she hasn't, somehow it'll all be his fault.
So he pulls back a little, reluctant and weary, but determined. Worried, too.]
☞ death is an elephant, torch-eyed and horrible
[There's a quiet little sigh with the word; only because he's tired and filthy and all he wants is to scrub himself clean and fall into bed for a day or three, in clean clothes and sheets, in a room that doesn't show his father's hand. Somewhere in there, eating is also a desire.
But he doesn't want to leave Anne alone here. And he needs to know she's made it out all right, because if she hasn't, somehow it'll all be his fault.
So he pulls back a little, reluctant and weary, but determined. Worried, too.]