"I brought something." He has to fight not to try to find Tommy; this is the only place left on the Barge that smells of his tobacco, his liquor, his wool suits and his sweat. He wonders how much of it she smells, how much she's grown too used to and no longer notices. If she's still aware of it, this must be a certain hell.
Then again, if Alec left, Lark would bury himself in as many reminders as he could.
"Tea time." His smile is melancholy, hurting, and sympathetic.
Her nose isn't as developed as Lark's, but she can still smell Tommy in her pillows, in the sheets. It's fading and a part of her is glad for that, sometimes she picks a different bunk entirely to sleep in, but there's also a part of her that dreads the day when she gets in bed and finds that his scent has disappeared, like he was never here at all.
That's the thing that gets to her, when she lets herself feel it. Tommy, Alfie, Rohan and Jolyne, Poe, so many people have gone with so little to leave behind that sometimes, it overwhelms her.
It's another reason she hasn't reached out the way she probably should. There's less chance of losing people if she doesn't have anyone to lose.
And then there's Lark, with tea, and something so vulnerable and open passes over her face. Her eyes go a little shiny, her throat closes up and she has to look down, but she pushes those feelings back.
"You didn't have to do this," she says once she feels like she can speak without her voice wavering.
"I know," he says softly. There was nothing compelling him to do it. He and Rey are independent in ways that make it difficult to work together, so this isn't even a strategic move. It's one of those brand new impulses he still has trouble identifying.
"Get comfortable. I'll pour." It will give her a moment of some solitude, because his attention will be absorbed in preparing tea just the way he was taught.
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Date: 2017-05-14 05:02 pm (UTC)Then again, if Alec left, Lark would bury himself in as many reminders as he could.
"Tea time." His smile is melancholy, hurting, and sympathetic.
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Date: 2017-05-14 05:32 pm (UTC)That's the thing that gets to her, when she lets herself feel it. Tommy, Alfie, Rohan and Jolyne, Poe, so many people have gone with so little to leave behind that sometimes, it overwhelms her.
It's another reason she hasn't reached out the way she probably should. There's less chance of losing people if she doesn't have anyone to lose.
And then there's Lark, with tea, and something so vulnerable and open passes over her face. Her eyes go a little shiny, her throat closes up and she has to look down, but she pushes those feelings back.
"You didn't have to do this," she says once she feels like she can speak without her voice wavering.
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Date: 2017-05-19 06:07 pm (UTC)"Get comfortable. I'll pour." It will give her a moment of some solitude, because his attention will be absorbed in preparing tea just the way he was taught.