Time doesn’t move for the ones we leave behind, does it? I keep thinking about Christmas. I can see my family sitting under the tree and opening gifts, but no one’s smiling. They’re just trying so hard to be happy, but they aren’t, because they think I’m dead. They don’t know I’m here, alive and well.
[He closes his eyes and takes in a deep, as if
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It must be hard, but simply sitting here worrying about them won't do anything for them. I'm sure that those you care about would not want you suffering yourself like this.
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I'm Walter by the way.
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[Carla is in the infirmary with a pretty good shiner over one eye]
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Do you have family back home? [He's gracefully not going to mention the eye. He's has his share of black eyes and had to come up for lies about how he got them. He has a feeling she won't tell the truth either.]
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And while you might not have your family, you have other people if you want to reach out. Shit spending the holidays away from the familiar, but...sometimes that's good for you.
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Don't have much time to make good enough time to spend Christmas with. Well, besides Jesse. He's sort of got a support system here, so I'm sure I wouldn't be eating alone that night. Kid wouldn't allow it.
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Made pie, even.
So, yeah, you wouldn't be eating alone.
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You must be close. Which member of his surrogate family are you?
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