[ God and christ, Charlie has been there. He decides to ask whether Alan plays cards. There's nothing that eases you back into existing around people without having to figure out what to say to them quite like cards.
My wife. She's-- [ In trouble isn't the right phrase. It's complicated. This whole thing is complicated. Alan glances at Charlie, decides to word it about as vague as he did, just for his own sanity.
His head is starting to hurt again. Fuck. ]
I just want to make sure she's safe. And home. I don't know if I could be a warden, but that's what it would be.
She's the best. I'm lucky she let me marry her. She's gorgeous and caring and funny, but she has this eye for things. Photography--she makes capturing an image and creating things effortless, but always maintains so much thought...
[ There's a lift of his face. Holy shit, it's an actual smile. ]
Sometimes I think she's the only one I actually listen to.
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After a few moments: ]
Alice?
[ Gently, an invitation to continue. ]
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His head is starting to hurt again. Fuck. ]
I just want to make sure she's safe. And home. I don't know if I could be a warden, but that's what it would be.
I miss her. [ This he has no problem admitting. ]
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[ Vague is okay. Charlie would like to steer this conversation onto some more positive ground in any case. ]
What's she like, Alice?
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She's the best. I'm lucky she let me marry her. She's gorgeous and caring and funny, but she has this eye for things. Photography--she makes capturing an image and creating things effortless, but always maintains so much thought...
[ There's a lift of his face. Holy shit, it's an actual smile. ]
Sometimes I think she's the only one I actually listen to.