Re: Swerve
Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2019 11:29 pm
"... Yeah. It's a no."
Maybe she was joking when she said that. Wyatt wasn't much in the mood for jokes, and he couldn't process her statement any other way. He let it roll off his shoulders like he let almost everything else roll off of him, around the only wound that ever managed to stick. This allowed him to focus on what mattered: Tirzah's question, and the nature of his request and what lay behind it.
Forced to second guess himself in the face of a tangible reminder of failure and vulnerability, Wyatt wondered if her suggestion was the normal thing to do. It didn't seem entirely unfathomable to watch somebody you loved die and have all the will to live ripped from your chest just like that. He might have blamed them before for being weak, those who reacted like that, but he wasn't sure he'd blame them anymore. That wasn't him, though. Maybe his desires weren't normal. Maybe he didn't give a fuck.
"Nah, I'm... I'm not givin' up until I find who did this." Wyatt's cadence was still every bit as slow, quiet and deliberate as when he first started speaking. "And I'm going to rip them to pieces with my bare hands. For him. But I still need you watching my back." He released Tirzah's wrist and started to rear back into a squatting position, pushing himself up to full height. "Fuck the sex stuff. I don't want that anymore. What I want is for you to help me nail whoever it was to the fucking wall."
Maybe she was joking when she said that. Wyatt wasn't much in the mood for jokes, and he couldn't process her statement any other way. He let it roll off his shoulders like he let almost everything else roll off of him, around the only wound that ever managed to stick. This allowed him to focus on what mattered: Tirzah's question, and the nature of his request and what lay behind it.
Forced to second guess himself in the face of a tangible reminder of failure and vulnerability, Wyatt wondered if her suggestion was the normal thing to do. It didn't seem entirely unfathomable to watch somebody you loved die and have all the will to live ripped from your chest just like that. He might have blamed them before for being weak, those who reacted like that, but he wasn't sure he'd blame them anymore. That wasn't him, though. Maybe his desires weren't normal. Maybe he didn't give a fuck.
"Nah, I'm... I'm not givin' up until I find who did this." Wyatt's cadence was still every bit as slow, quiet and deliberate as when he first started speaking. "And I'm going to rip them to pieces with my bare hands. For him. But I still need you watching my back." He released Tirzah's wrist and started to rear back into a squatting position, pushing himself up to full height. "Fuck the sex stuff. I don't want that anymore. What I want is for you to help me nail whoever it was to the fucking wall."