[His head lowers, his hand slowly unraveling from the fabric of Jim's shirt as he forces himself to let go. What good would it do to cling to him? It wasn't Jim's fault, so he shouldn't make him deal with it.
But it feels hollow. Cause now he is the dead beat dad he never wanted to be. And damn it, if that doesn't hurt.
Letting his hands sink lifelessly to his sides, a lot of the tension of his posture melts out in something closer to resignation than relaxing.]
Yeah, okay...
[He doesn't want to rule out hope. But it feels a helluva long way off from him right now.]
no subject
But it feels hollow. Cause now he is the dead beat dad he never wanted to be. And damn it, if that doesn't hurt.
Letting his hands sink lifelessly to his sides, a lot of the tension of his posture melts out in something closer to resignation than relaxing.]
Yeah, okay...
[He doesn't want to rule out hope. But it feels a helluva long way off from him right now.]
So... what's the plan?