It's one of her silly games, Regan had said soothingly, when Simon came to them angrily waving River's nonsensical letters. You two are always playing.
A few months after that, Simon was up to his neck in clandestine dealings with unsavory people from anywhere he could manage, chasing his mad hunch.
A few years later, he was gone.
"Of course," she says now, nonplussed. And brittle, but matching his low tone.
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Date: 2005-11-23 04:45 am (UTC)A few months after that, Simon was up to his neck in clandestine dealings with unsavory people from anywhere he could manage, chasing his mad hunch.
A few years later, he was gone.
"Of course," she says now, nonplussed. And brittle, but matching his low tone.
Simon, this is paranoid. It's stress.