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Feb 20, 2005 19:35

Follows this.Keira sits on the end of Johnny's bed and doesn't go until she hears him step into the shower. She spares the locked door a last glance and moves quietly out of the room, down the darker hallway, and back into the warmly lit kitchen, cozy from the dying sunlight of early evening. Bill's turned on the dim lights over the bench and is ( Read more... )

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billboyd February 21 2005, 00:58:31 UTC

Bill starts and turns, the hand full of broken stoneware automatically clenching slightly. He winces as jagged edges and points jab into his palm, but he merely walks to the bin and tosses them in, careful not to do any more damage to himself ( ... )

keira_nightly February 21 2005, 01:23:55 UTC

She means to shrug, to admit to her ignorance, but what comes out is more brusque and shaky than she knew she felt.

"I don't know, Bill. I don't know how Johnny is since I don't know what's wrong, and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be doing here, if anything, with him or you or me or Orlando or whoever it is who's breaking down today. I don't know how Johnny is, because he told you and not me - but it's all right, I don't need to know about that either, right? I'll just play along, right? She's good at that, Keira is, you can trust her."

The next breath in is gulped and wet and she crams the heel of her hand against her eye, looking away biting down on a muttered Fuck.

billboyd February 21 2005, 01:50:05 UTC

It is true, in more cases than not, that the moment your defenses truly crumple is the moment in which you need them most ( ... )

keira_nightly February 21 2005, 02:43:51 UTC

It stings, getting a cold (if somewhat shaken) shoulder from Bill, but she's not above realising her own outburst might've been uncalled for, or at the very least ill-timed, what with Johnny sobbing in the shower and Bill drunk and bleeding and people about to show up for a good time.

Get it together.

"Right," she exhales brokenly but determined, and wipes at her eyes with the back of her hands again, streaking them with mascara. She straightens and flicks her hair out of her face, tugging down her dress again. "Sorry. I'll... go make myself presentable again. And check on Johnny. I'll come back and help," she adds sheepishly, and makes to slink out of the kitchen silently.

So that's what the end of a rope looks like.

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