Entry Seventy-Five

[dreamermoa]

....

You didn't - do it on purpose. I - I know that. You're...going to come back for me.....after everything...

[her voice cracks.]

It's okay. I'm not - angry. I'll be okay.

[she's trying not to cry, not until she gets the communicator out of her hands at least...]

H-Hawkeye, can I...come stay with you? F-for a little bit. Just....

[mission fail. The tears are falling.]

Feel kind of lonely.

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[yankeedoodledr.livejournal.com]

Moa...

Of course, honey. As long as you want.

[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[hic sniffle.]

thank you. I just...Link is gone too...this whole place feels so empty...

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[yankeedoodledr.livejournal.com]

...they just keep disappearing, don't they?

Hang on, I'll come and get you.

[And not even a minute later Hawk knocks on the inventory door. It's a good thing they're neighbours, isn't it?]

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[She shuffles over to open it. Clutching a blanket around her shoulders, tears streaming down her cheeks - yeah she's lookin' real good right now. But she'd rather fall into his arms than worry about her appearance.]

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[yankeedoodledr.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really pay much attention to her looks right now anyway, just pulls her into a tight embrace. Losing Ness set off all kinds of contradicting emotions - the kid is home where he belongs but he isn't here and that alone hurts more than Hawk is willing to admit.

So instead he turns his focus to the heartbroken girl in his arms. Talking, crying... whatever you want, Moa. He's there.]

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[that's what uncles are for, I guess. She isn't even bothering with the "he's better off back home" - it just hurts, hard, and it feels like it'll go on forever. She holds him tightly, sobbing.]

uh-everyone I know always l-leaves...

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[yankeedoodledr.livejournal.com]

[Isn't that the truth - the scientists seem to know exactly who to pick in order to cause emotional pain.

Ness. Frank. Owen. Tomokai. It's only a matter of time before another familiar frequency shows up blank and there's not a damn thing they can do about it except cling to each other and hope. So he strokes her back, trying to provide comfort where there's none to be found.]

...I know how you feel, sweetie. I really do.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[his shirt is starting to get damp and she vaguely wonders if he minds.]

I don't know what to do.

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[yankeedoodledr.livejournal.com]

[Hawkeye doesn't mind at all. Hell, he barely notices. An impromptu shirt wash is not all that important when there's so much more on his mind.

Like what to tell Moa. He's had conversations like this plenty of times before and it's always just as difficult to find the right words.]

...do what you can. Move on, take one day at a time. It'll be painful at first, but before you know it it'll get a little easier.

I wish I could tell you how to fix it, but-

[He pauses - Sidney said the same thing to him and even though it worked it didn't ease the pain. But here... a little hope (however false) can never hurt]

Just be the best 'you' you can be for when he comes back.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

It's hard...

[she quiets a little, to listen to him. "Be the best 'you'"...

Actually, that really helps, Hawkeye. +100 points for awesome uncle-ing. Moa brushes at her eyes a little, shuffles in his embrace, leans.]

...okay.

[the pain isn't gone, no; but perhaps the healing can begin. The day can move on and tomorrow will come again.]