Thin arms cross over her chest as Effy watches Jason climb the bars, helping himself to where nothing rests but strength, but power, even as it shakes with the ground shifting under his feet. He's different, now. Less sure of each step, but there's no less grace for them, and Effy trusts in that. She wants to believe that he'll be capable of continuing with one step in front of the other, in a way that she trusts no one else in her life to be capable of. Backing up to a nearby pole, she rests her weight against it, the surface cool against her spine.
"Fathers are shit when they don't care," she says, her voice quiet, dark. "I hadn't seen mine in over a year, and before that, it was just yelling. Crashes a car, doesn't check to see if I'm okay. Didn't fight for custody. Probably didn't know I tried to kill myself, and when I woke up in the hospital, I didn't want him there anyway. So. Sometimes, you get used to it."
Her gaze rises up to him again. "And sometimes it hurts like nothing else can. It's not fair."
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Date: 2011-11-23 11:58 pm (UTC)"Fathers are shit when they don't care," she says, her voice quiet, dark. "I hadn't seen mine in over a year, and before that, it was just yelling. Crashes a car, doesn't check to see if I'm okay. Didn't fight for custody. Probably didn't know I tried to kill myself, and when I woke up in the hospital, I didn't want him there anyway. So. Sometimes, you get used to it."
Her gaze rises up to him again. "And sometimes it hurts like nothing else can. It's not fair."