"You should rest," she says softly, and brushes back his hair. "It'll keep."
He insists, of course; she never really expected otherwise. And she might kick herself for that slip, but she's a little relieved too. At least now it will be out, and they can grieve together.
(They were going to be grandparents.)
She tells him simply, because there's no kinder way. It's a shock; it's a horrible, tragic thing, and it hurts to even contemplate, and it hurts more that there's only so much they can do to help. There's only so much they could do no matter what, and with Kaylee's attitude towards them...
Helplessness hurts.
No matter how familiar it's become.
But they're together, and that's something.
(When Regan falls asleep, hours later, it's not in the armchair; it's in the spare cot, pulled up closer to her husband's bed, and her hand rests in his.)
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Date: 2007-08-17 08:16 am (UTC)He insists, of course; she never really expected otherwise. And she might kick herself for that slip, but she's a little relieved too. At least now it will be out, and they can grieve together.
(They were going to be grandparents.)
She tells him simply, because there's no kinder way. It's a shock; it's a horrible, tragic thing, and it hurts to even contemplate, and it hurts more that there's only so much they can do to help. There's only so much they could do no matter what, and with Kaylee's attitude towards them...
Helplessness hurts.
No matter how familiar it's become.
But they're together, and that's something.
(When Regan falls asleep, hours later, it's not in the armchair; it's in the spare cot, pulled up closer to her husband's bed, and her hand rests in his.)