"It wasn't you, really, it's -" Cash broke off. He didn't know a way to explain what had happened, to convince Greengrass that he was cool and fine and it wouldn't happen again, without making it sound like he was simply a few steps away from a madhouse. Certainly he couldn't tell the truth, or at least not all of it, and he was not sure how to explain what had happened when he did not entirely know where to begin. He pushed his free hand through his hair and, with a vague twinge of reluctance, let go of Greengrass' hand.
"It wasn't anything you said, really - I just had this thought that popped into my head. That maybe it's lucky that the dead don't stick around to blame us for things," Cash said. He looked at one of the trees behind Greengrass, instead of directly at him - he couldn't think of a less honest way to explain this, and ensuring that Greengrass did not think him utterly mad was the most important thing, at the moment. "And it stuck. But I'm fine now, really."
Well, probably. He felt embarrassed, but back in his own body; no longer liable to float away.
"It wasn't anything you said, really - I just had this thought that popped into my head. That maybe it's lucky that the dead don't stick around to blame us for things," Cash said. He looked at one of the trees behind Greengrass, instead of directly at him - he couldn't think of a less honest way to explain this, and ensuring that Greengrass did not think him utterly mad was the most important thing, at the moment. "And it stuck. But I'm fine now, really."
Well, probably. He felt embarrassed, but back in his own body; no longer liable to float away.
MJ made this!