( he didn't spend much time in scotland. it didn't call to him the way wales an' ireland did. but the scottish hills were a thing of beauty when they saw them from the c-47s makin' trial night jumps in the highlands. the ocean air that smelled so different from what he remembered from mobile bay, the way the moon glinted down on rolling hills an' jagged cliffs.
he wishes he'd had more of a chance to see it. maybe he could'a found that cathedral nate was talkin' about, admittedly some eighty or so years before he must've found it. )
Sounds like a story I've gotta hear. ( he tips his head to the grave. ) Maybe somewhere a little less... ah. Fraught?
( he doesn't want to suggest that maybe they oughta leave outright, but. nate's a gentle man in a quiet night, an' he shouldn't be standin' out here contemplatin' his own end when they're still breathin' like they are, as alive an' well as anyone can be. gene knows enough of him now to recognize the quality of what he carries an' how deep sufferin' an' loss cleaves to him. if the least he can do is pull him back some from the abyss, he'll do it unflinching. )
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he wishes he'd had more of a chance to see it. maybe he could'a found that cathedral nate was talkin' about, admittedly some eighty or so years before he must've found it. )
Sounds like a story I've gotta hear. ( he tips his head to the grave. ) Maybe somewhere a little less... ah. Fraught?
( he doesn't want to suggest that maybe they oughta leave outright, but. nate's a gentle man in a quiet night, an' he shouldn't be standin' out here contemplatin' his own end when they're still breathin' like they are, as alive an' well as anyone can be. gene knows enough of him now to recognize the quality of what he carries an' how deep sufferin' an' loss cleaves to him. if the least he can do is pull him back some from the abyss, he'll do it unflinching. )