And she's the only person there now, too, for him. Never mind the bus' disembarked passengers, staring at them from a safe distance, or the horns of the cars trapped behind the one he just stalled.
"'Course I did." He holds back, for one split second, because he's suddenly unsure, uncertain, a teenage boy wondering now if he read all the signals wrong, if he should back off and let things be. He's had time to think about this, time while he was in the Menagerists' Garden, and it's not right. It's wrong and he knows it's wrong, he knows how this ended for his others and Rose, but... That was their experience, their quick joy and their longer sorrow, their grief, not his, and he has to see. For himself.
He grabs her up in a hug that's half support, holding her up, she's so small, it's so easy to do, and smiles, speaking by her ear. "Regular cosmic yo-yo, me."
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Date: 2008-11-16 04:16 am (UTC)"'Course I did." He holds back, for one split second, because he's suddenly unsure, uncertain, a teenage boy wondering now if he read all the signals wrong, if he should back off and let things be. He's had time to think about this, time while he was in the Menagerists' Garden, and it's not right. It's wrong and he knows it's wrong, he knows how this ended for his others and Rose, but... That was their experience, their quick joy and their longer sorrow, their grief, not his, and he has to see. For himself.
He grabs her up in a hug that's half support, holding her up, she's so small, it's so easy to do, and smiles, speaking by her ear. "Regular cosmic yo-yo, me."