"It definitely wasn't," Chuck grumbles, shaking his head. He remembers, a few years back, getting snowed in at Kagura for days on end. There'd been little to do but sit around or wander, and he thinks he'd gotten a good sense for the place then. Either he or someone else would have found it. This is something else, something different. He doesn't know how that's possible, but he's sure it is.
Right now, it doesn't seem to matter much, anyway. They're here; that part doesn't seem to be about to change. And she's close, but not close enough, his fingers intertwining with hers when she takes his hand. "Me, too," he says, his voice softening a little. "On both counts." He doesn't know what he would have done if he'd woken up and not been able to see her. He would rather be holding her, but it could be worse. "I don't know what the fuck this is about."
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Date: 2019-07-13 07:06 am (UTC)Right now, it doesn't seem to matter much, anyway. They're here; that part doesn't seem to be about to change. And she's close, but not close enough, his fingers intertwining with hers when she takes his hand. "Me, too," he says, his voice softening a little. "On both counts." He doesn't know what he would have done if he'd woken up and not been able to see her. He would rather be holding her, but it could be worse. "I don't know what the fuck this is about."