He sighs. He lets her have his arm and she goes right on ahead and hijacks his entire shoulder. To his credit, there's only a brief moment of pause as he continues to walk, catching sight of the food stalls up ahead. His body won't be his at all by the hour's end. But he gets her point. He gets it. Doesn't mean he agrees with all her metaphors and similes and shit, but he gets it.
"Just be careful," he says. She should walk, not run towards those ridiculous goals she has. Then at least she'll have the an easier time stopping and turning back if she ever discovers that those goals aren't as worth pursuing as she thought. With less energy spent, it would hurt less, and she'd have a better chance of catching herself without falling. "You're clumsier than I remember."
Which isn't really true. But she can lose her balance too, sometimes, as a helpful little boy showed him today. And then, as if to prove his point, he lets a hand escape from its pocket—kind of hard when you've got someone attached to your arm, but he supposes she can revel in making his life difficult—and finds her hand. He might pull it down with him into his coat pocket soon enough. Think of it as a compromise and a risk he's willing to confront. Slowly, but eventually. She's not always going to be in a position where someone can pull her back when she's headed in wrong damn direction.
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Only somewhat?He sighs. He lets her have his arm and she goes right on ahead and hijacks his entire shoulder. To his credit, there's only a brief moment of pause as he continues to walk, catching sight of the food stalls up ahead. His body won't be his at all by the hour's end. But he gets her point. He gets it. Doesn't mean he agrees with all her metaphors and similes and shit, but he gets it.
"Just be careful," he says. She should walk, not run towards those ridiculous goals she has. Then at least she'll have the an easier time stopping and turning back if she ever discovers that those goals aren't as worth pursuing as she thought. With less energy spent, it would hurt less, and she'd have a better chance of catching herself without falling. "You're clumsier than I remember."
Which isn't really true. But she can lose her balance too, sometimes, as a helpful little boy showed him today. And then, as if to prove his point, he lets a hand escape from its pocket—kind of hard when you've got someone attached to your arm, but he supposes she can revel in making his life difficult—and finds her hand. He might pull it down with him into his coat pocket soon enough. Think of it as a compromise and a risk he's willing to confront. Slowly, but eventually. She's not always going to be in a position where someone can pull her back when she's headed in wrong damn direction.