"It's all right," soft against Slade's ear. I am quietly angry with Wintergreen, that he should hurt Slade so and not be here to calm him, but it is one more anger to choke down for later.
I do not tell him to hush. Slade's grief is better let out this way than any other he might choose. His tears are wet against my hair, and I turn my head enough to kiss his cheek.
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Date: 2008-06-24 01:55 am (UTC)I do not tell him to hush. Slade's grief is better let out this way than any other he might choose. His tears are wet against my hair, and I turn my head enough to kiss his cheek.