Scott was at that stage of grief where sympathy was more likely to break him than not. He'd never wanted it, but now he absolutely needed to not have it. He was still learning to function without her, to be able to talk about her without breaking down, but he didn't want more sympathy.
He couldn't stand more sympathy.
So silent respect and moving on in this slightly odd exchange of information felt about right.
"I don't remember much before Charles found me." Jack of Diamonds. He remembered that, but that wasn't something that was worth revisiting. "Being in the hospital, one foster home out of what must have been several." Those foster parents had died. "I was the first of us. Jean was the third. Bobby was between us and a couple of years younger . The kid sidekick and golden boy sounds a lot like him."
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Date: 2015-10-12 02:35 am (UTC)He couldn't stand more sympathy.
So silent respect and moving on in this slightly odd exchange of information felt about right.
"I don't remember much before Charles found me." Jack of Diamonds. He remembered that, but that wasn't something that was worth revisiting. "Being in the hospital, one foster home out of what must have been several." Those foster parents had died. "I was the first of us. Jean was the third. Bobby was between us and a couple of years younger . The kid sidekick and golden boy sounds a lot like him."