[ He worries, momentarily, that he's feeling too much. Giving too much to read. That could overwhelm someone. He could think of something else. Irrelevant. Try to, anyway. Steel himself off so Dave doesn't have too much to deal with. It conflicts with wanting to make sure Dave knows he can feel at all.
For people excelling in poker-face, Lalondes sure make them feel a lot. Rose and Dave died together - and he didn't know that. He's glad that she wasn't alone. It wouldn't be right. The one time verbalizing is hard but dying for them is easy. Too easy.
Rose comes off as familiar and foreign to him all at once. That dizzy giggling that makes the heart ache because she's so much stronger than that alcohol allows. Roxy stopped on her own. Got her act together to meet Rose, she said once. There's a feeling Dave has that's fleeting. He understands. That resentment that no one is there to help her. Why would a mother leave all that alcohol for her child to find? But there's no one to blame. Not really.
He knew Roxy loved Rose. He knew Rose loved her. He could see it on their faces. Dave's kneeling at his side. Jane's above him. And there they are, smiling at each-other. Even while everyone else filters in, they keep exchanging excited glances. Two lonely girls finding their mother they so desperately wanted to see.
Roxy came from Dave's timeline with John. She would have seen Dave's Rose die and continues to mourn her even if she found a Rose again. Rose wouldn't have been alone. Roxy wouldn't have let her be alone, he thinks, even if she couldn't die with her. She's like Dave. It wouldn't have been right. He hopes Rose knew she was loved back. ]
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For people excelling in poker-face, Lalondes sure make them feel a lot. Rose and Dave died together - and he didn't know that. He's glad that she wasn't alone. It wouldn't be right. The one time verbalizing is hard but dying for them is easy. Too easy.
Rose comes off as familiar and foreign to him all at once. That dizzy giggling that makes the heart ache because she's so much stronger than that alcohol allows. Roxy stopped on her own. Got her act together to meet Rose, she said once. There's a feeling Dave has that's fleeting. He understands. That resentment that no one is there to help her. Why would a mother leave all that alcohol for her child to find? But there's no one to blame. Not really.
He knew Roxy loved Rose. He knew Rose loved her. He could see it on their faces. Dave's kneeling at his side. Jane's above him. And there they are, smiling at each-other. Even while everyone else filters in, they keep exchanging excited glances. Two lonely girls finding their mother they so desperately wanted to see.
Roxy came from Dave's timeline with John. She would have seen Dave's Rose die and continues to mourn her even if she found a Rose again. Rose wouldn't have been alone. Roxy wouldn't have let her be alone, he thinks, even if she couldn't die with her. She's like Dave. It wouldn't have been right. He hopes Rose knew she was loved back. ]
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