[she spots it (of course she does), as she jogs up the steps and comes to a stuttered halt in front of him, but at the moment it doesn't matter. she doesn't give the cigarette anything more than a cursory glance before her eyes slide right off it.
(it registers in the back of her mind, though, in the same place that keeps saying he wants to die, he doesn't care if he dies, he's so beat up already he just doesn't care--)]
Hey.
[her voice is soft, and she looks small and miserable under the weight of everything, regardless of how much she's trying not to. carol knows what she's come here to do, but the last time she tried it -- it hadn't worked out. maybe this time it will, while he's not wounded or distant or fucked up again like he was. she can always hope. because that's everything she's got.
so she'll move forward, slow and uncertain, and reach out to try and embrace this stupid kid, and hope.]
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(it registers in the back of her mind, though, in the same place that keeps saying he wants to die, he doesn't care if he dies, he's so beat up already he just doesn't care--)]
Hey.
[her voice is soft, and she looks small and miserable under the weight of everything, regardless of how much she's trying not to. carol knows what she's come here to do, but the last time she tried it -- it hadn't worked out. maybe this time it will, while he's not wounded or distant or fucked up again like he was. she can always hope. because that's everything she's got.
so she'll move forward, slow and uncertain, and reach out to try and embrace this stupid kid, and hope.]