He didn’t feel like putting up a fight despite every fibre in his body telling him to argue her on the matter. Instead, he simply nodded, “Alright. I’m sure your sister will appreciate you buying them, though. You’re a kind person.”
His lips curled into a small grin when the ice cream dripped down her chin though he couldn’t muster the effort to chuckle and make a joke as he normally would. Nothing seemed right. It was all hazy. Not as much as it had been – to which he would thank Miss Potts for – but still hazy nonetheless.
Her question shook him however, and he didn’t know how to respond. He could be honest and say that no, he was not doing well. His entire world was crashing around him and nothing seemed right anymore. He could have said about how every time he closed his eyes, he saw his father’s own – though white and glazed over. He could have explained how he was scared to go home because he’d have to see his family and when he did that, it would make everything real. At the moment it was just words on parchment. His father dying; it was words. Nothing more. He did not want to face the reality of it. He couldn’t.
He opened his mouth to speak before swallowing and shaking his head a little; his eyes screaming at her with his answer. It was only brief as after but a second, if it even lasted that long, he spoke, “Fine as ever,” He finished his ice cream, “Especially now that I’m out of that expedition.”
His lips curled into a small grin when the ice cream dripped down her chin though he couldn’t muster the effort to chuckle and make a joke as he normally would. Nothing seemed right. It was all hazy. Not as much as it had been – to which he would thank Miss Potts for – but still hazy nonetheless.
Her question shook him however, and he didn’t know how to respond. He could be honest and say that no, he was not doing well. His entire world was crashing around him and nothing seemed right anymore. He could have said about how every time he closed his eyes, he saw his father’s own – though white and glazed over. He could have explained how he was scared to go home because he’d have to see his family and when he did that, it would make everything real. At the moment it was just words on parchment. His father dying; it was words. Nothing more. He did not want to face the reality of it. He couldn’t.
He opened his mouth to speak before swallowing and shaking his head a little; his eyes screaming at her with his answer. It was only brief as after but a second, if it even lasted that long, he spoke, “Fine as ever,” He finished his ice cream, “Especially now that I’m out of that expedition.”