"Ain't no storm" is what he says, but it's stubborn, mostly, he knows what she means. He leans back, his face looking up into the sun with his eyes clenched shut.
"Sick of this fucking place," is the other thing he says, even more quiet, even more rough, but that one ain't the whole truth, it ain't the whole truth by a mile.
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Date: 2006-05-12 04:16 am (UTC)"Sick of this fucking place," is the other thing he says, even more quiet, even more rough, but that one ain't the whole truth, it ain't the whole truth by a mile.