Entry Seventy-Five
Apr. 22nd, 2009 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.
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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Date: 2009-04-24 04:31 am (UTC)[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.]