Because it's a wild guess, Olive thinks, a stab at a future he doesn't know about. It isn't true, though. She can see that in the way he stands, gaze downcast, the way he sounds like he's trying to be offhand about it but he can't be, because he knows. She wants it not to be true, but he knows and she can't change it.
And she has no idea what to say. It's not easy to leave her speechless, but she doesn't know. She's never had to face this before, tears welling up in her eyes before she registers them, her throat pulling tight. She wants to hug him, mostly to remind herself he's still here, still alive, but she's not sure he'd want her to right now, if might come off as too pitying or something. "What happened?"
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Date: 2013-08-24 01:26 am (UTC)And she has no idea what to say. It's not easy to leave her speechless, but she doesn't know. She's never had to face this before, tears welling up in her eyes before she registers them, her throat pulling tight. She wants to hug him, mostly to remind herself he's still here, still alive, but she's not sure he'd want her to right now, if might come off as too pitying or something. "What happened?"