[ maybe not, but that is the impression he's giving off, and it is working. it does help. she doesn't mean to be as easily affected as she is by all of this, either - especially when she knows they're at a key moment where there really isn't anything within their control to contribute or even change.
but maybe that's why she's as affected as she is. there's no task, no one else she has to hold it together for. nothing to focus on, while they sit and try not to look into the shadowed faces in the water, while she tries to ignore the fact she's pretty sure she can feel the water rising up her legs.
for a brief moment, it is just the two of them and the slowly rising tide. the eerie pressure of the room, and the sound of water, of dripping, of rain, and the one clear thought karen has is that she is so glad to not be alone.
the churn he calls it, and karen's head tilts a little, finding herself interested in the expression. the turn of phrase. despite herself, she ends up smiling, just a little. relaxing, just a little more. ] I like that- the churn. It... it really fits.
[ it's good wisdom, for what it's worth, and seems to... it doesn't comfort her, exactly, but there is something in the confidence in his statement that helps. she nods, more to herself than anything, and the hold she has around the binder relaxes a little.
and then, in that almost afterthought- amos. ]
Karen. [ she leans back against the window - trying to be casual, in a way, or maybe just trying to keep themselves distracted. ] Where are you from, Amos? Back home, I mean. [ there isn't any ulterior motive to the question, it's obvious karen is just trying to keep the conversation going while they both pretend they're not waiting for the stranger outside the window to return. ]
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but maybe that's why she's as affected as she is. there's no task, no one else she has to hold it together for. nothing to focus on, while they sit and try not to look into the shadowed faces in the water, while she tries to ignore the fact she's pretty sure she can feel the water rising up her legs.
for a brief moment, it is just the two of them and the slowly rising tide. the eerie pressure of the room, and the sound of water, of dripping, of rain, and the one clear thought karen has is that she is so glad to not be alone.
the churn he calls it, and karen's head tilts a little, finding herself interested in the expression. the turn of phrase. despite herself, she ends up smiling, just a little. relaxing, just a little more. ] I like that- the churn. It... it really fits.
[ it's good wisdom, for what it's worth, and seems to... it doesn't comfort her, exactly, but there is something in the confidence in his statement that helps. she nods, more to herself than anything, and the hold she has around the binder relaxes a little.
and then, in that almost afterthought- amos. ]
Karen. [ she leans back against the window - trying to be casual, in a way, or maybe just trying to keep themselves distracted. ] Where are you from, Amos? Back home, I mean. [ there isn't any ulterior motive to the question, it's obvious karen is just trying to keep the conversation going while they both pretend they're not waiting for the stranger outside the window to return. ]