[ He's modified much of it over the years, none of it consciously. The chairs and couches have pillows or blankets that make them less deep, tables that rest against other tables one shorter, one taller. The little details of someone who existed, even if some might not call it living.
When Charlie sits at his feet, it brings to life a toddler, reaching up to touch his hands with eyes of wonder, but in the next blink he sees his adult daughter, her eyes full of pain and love instead. It's harder than he could dream to meet those eyes, knowing it isn't her needing his help but asking to give hers instead. He's supposed to be her father, strong and sure, capable of handling his own problems and past- but he's never successfully reconciled that with before.
Leading to this. ]
You know I love you, always. [ There is that tone on 'always', one that nearly makes it a question - and you know that, right? ] I... I just didn't... [ He breathes out, finally looking away again as he can't look at her open pain. ]
I know... what I'm like. I can be someone else, whatever I need to be, but like a bit of transformation... it doesn't change reality. [ His one hand comes up to touch at the center of his chest, then lightly balls into a fist. ] There's not always a way to fix things, Charlie.
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Date: 2024-03-18 07:53 pm (UTC)When Charlie sits at his feet, it brings to life a toddler, reaching up to touch his hands with eyes of wonder, but in the next blink he sees his adult daughter, her eyes full of pain and love instead. It's harder than he could dream to meet those eyes, knowing it isn't her needing his help but asking to give hers instead. He's supposed to be her father, strong and sure, capable of handling his own problems and past- but he's never successfully reconciled that with before.
Leading to this. ]
You know I love you, always. [ There is that tone on 'always', one that nearly makes it a question - and you know that, right? ] I... I just didn't... [ He breathes out, finally looking away again as he can't look at her open pain. ]
I know... what I'm like. I can be someone else, whatever I need to be, but like a bit of transformation... it doesn't change reality. [ His one hand comes up to touch at the center of his chest, then lightly balls into a fist. ] There's not always a way to fix things, Charlie.