pc: alex

[squirt]

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[camena]

He wouldn't have. [ not argumentative or mean, just very matter of fact. ] Everyone loved Michael.

But I guess... I don't know. Neither of them? I'm not good at everything I do, and I don't have a dream like that to work for, either. So I'm just kinda... Here.

Which isn't a bad thing.

[squirt]

[ 'loved.' that particular past tense hits a little harder than anything else she's said, sobering even in an already heavy moment.

of course people have lost friends and family before this place. ]

Mm. It's okay to just be you. Free to possibilities.

[ that's what he ascribes to, anyway. funny that the drifters would last the longest. he pauses when a breeze picks up, careful with his words but ultimately not holding them back. ]

Would you tell me more, too? If it doesn't hurt.

[camena]

Yeah. It'd be nice if everyone could just do what they wanted.

[ which wasn't quite his point, but it's how she's taking it. people shouldn't have their possibilities taken away from them and their potentials snuffed out early. ]

Um. Sorry, it feels kind of... [ rude? and difficult. both of those. ] I don't know.

[squirt]

[ he just nods at the first bit, and stretches his arms out at the second, letting his head fall back and eyes close. ]

It's okay. You don't have to.

[ or rather, if it feels wrong, she shouldn't. ]

[camena]

[ they can just sit quietly by the lake together for a while. that's fine by alex. ]

[squirt]

[ no silence is perfectly comfortable when it's thanks to death, but the quietude here is filled by the soft, ambient noise of the park and water lapping against the lakeside. it's as peaceful as it gets in a place like this, and the company certainly doesn't hurt.

...yeah. this is fine. ]