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]

[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.]