[The words hit Sledge hard. No one had ever known, even when it was right under their noses -- at least he had told himself that there was no way that anyone could ever guess. And he hadn't said or done anything to give himself away had he? That Roe could have made a lucky guess seemed unlikely as well.
Which left the possibility he'd been avoiding out in the open. He bit down on his lip as if the slight pain would break him out of this but it didn't. It was all too real.]
Needs a bit longer. [The casserole. Of course it did. But with that determined, he closed the oven and leaned one hip against the kitchen counter, watching Sledge carefully. This time there wasn't much to read from him, so Roe wasn't sure if he'd picked up on everything implied in the statement, but he seemed smart as a whip so far. Even his accent had an educated polish for the region, the effect more in absence rather than presence of certain sounds, a uniformity of speech that set his voice above the open drawl or twang of the Deep South.
He couldn't just observe Sledge forever, though. He'd opened this topic, and he had to carry on. This was like an infection in a closed wound: Sledge would lose far more of his spirit to the poison if Roe didn't reopen it and clean it.]
I seen him with a fair number of people in ten years. He let 'em know when he just weren't interested, and he weren't nice about it. Don't sound like that's how it went with you.
[Sledge took in the information and Christ it all hurt. He felt like every fiber of his body hurt all the way to the intangible soul of himself. It was a grief that he didn't think was possible to feel for someone who wasn't even fucking dead.
Would it have been easier if Snafu had died? If he'd seen him die? Would it have been easier to be left in some horribly mean way? The leaving without a word was cruel and he couldn't imagine that Merriell could have said or done anything that could have felt worse than this. Simply abandoned without a word.
Roe was pulling all these thoughts into the forefront when he'd done everything possible to suppress them because he didn't know if he had the strength to deal with them in the light of day.
Now that they were pulled out he was sure he didn't. God really must have abandoned him in the Hell of the Pacific. ]
[Just as Roe thought. Merriell panicked, same as he did when he was meant to see Roe before leaving Louisiana. Not coming back here probably wasn't just a gesture to shake off Sledge if he came looking, given how complicated things must have appeared to him at that point - a thought that made Roe need to press his lips together tightly for a moment before he could say more.]
Then he probably loves you. [Roe's voice was barely above a whisper, and he didn't approach Sledge at all physically, but his expression was one of reaching out rather than closing off. He didn't want to hate this man over all of this when neither of them had anything the other didn't, not now.]
It's alright, Sledge. Do what you need. I can leave you alone for a bit if you like.
I don't know if that makes it better or worse. [Sledge couldn't help the sharp laugh that followed the words, though it sounded anything but happy. It was the kind of laugh that was distinctly made by someone trying not to cry. It wasn't one of the panic attacks that he would get at the idea of shooting game when he was with his father. It was an entirely different sort.
But he wasn't going to cry. Not here, not in a strangers house no matter how understanding and kind the stranger was. He counted to ten and then did it again staring at the bottle and willing down the emotions that were clawing to get out from the way he held them inside so carefully.]
[Only once Sledge had clearly pulled himself back together did Roe move to sit across from him again, shaking out another cigarette for himself and thinking - with another tiny twinge of pain - that he was smoking how Merriell used to, practically lighting one off the end of another.]
Both, I think. It ain't easy to be punished for somethin' you did right, but still better than doin' it wrong. 'Least that's how it felt for me.
[And there it was, finally in the open air and explicitly stated. He didn't even really intend to get that personal at first, but it naturally followed the rest of what he'd said, and he felt a bit odd telling Sledge so much about his situation without explaining that he knew through personal experience rather than just as a witness.
But that was bound to hurt him as well. There was no avoiding pain in this situation. The best he could do was hold the pack out to Sledge, realizing belatedly that he hadn't the first time.]
[Sledge didn't feel any worse after it was confirmed. He'd already been relatively sure but now the words were out there as well. He sighed, reluctant to say anything just yet. They'd both been wounded by the same man and left to deal with it afterwards.
And here they were finding each other. That'd been because of Merriell too -- Merriell talking about Roe. Was Merriell going to talk about him to some other next? If he did, Sledge hoped he never knew.
He hadn't brought his pipe with him while he was out and so he reached to take a cigarette without much of an answer to the question. It was enough of one.]
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Date: 2016-10-04 04:43 am (UTC)Which left the possibility he'd been avoiding out in the open. He bit down on his lip as if the slight pain would break him out of this but it didn't. It was all too real.]
How do you figure?
[There was no point in denying it.]
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Date: 2016-10-04 06:15 pm (UTC)He couldn't just observe Sledge forever, though. He'd opened this topic, and he had to carry on. This was like an infection in a closed wound: Sledge would lose far more of his spirit to the poison if Roe didn't reopen it and clean it.]
I seen him with a fair number of people in ten years. He let 'em know when he just weren't interested, and he weren't nice about it. Don't sound like that's how it went with you.
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Date: 2016-10-04 09:19 pm (UTC)Would it have been easier if Snafu had died? If he'd seen him die? Would it have been easier to be left in some horribly mean way? The leaving without a word was cruel and he couldn't imagine that Merriell could have said or done anything that could have felt worse than this. Simply abandoned without a word.
Roe was pulling all these thoughts into the forefront when he'd done everything possible to suppress them because he didn't know if he had the strength to deal with them in the light of day.
Now that they were pulled out he was sure he didn't. God really must have abandoned him in the Hell of the Pacific. ]
He was normal and then he was gone.
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Date: 2016-10-04 11:48 pm (UTC)Then he probably loves you. [Roe's voice was barely above a whisper, and he didn't approach Sledge at all physically, but his expression was one of reaching out rather than closing off. He didn't want to hate this man over all of this when neither of them had anything the other didn't, not now.]
It's alright, Sledge. Do what you need. I can leave you alone for a bit if you like.
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Date: 2016-10-05 03:15 am (UTC)But he wasn't going to cry. Not here, not in a strangers house no matter how understanding and kind the stranger was. He counted to ten and then did it again staring at the bottle and willing down the emotions that were clawing to get out from the way he held them inside so carefully.]
You're fine. [He finally said, shaking his head.]
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Date: 2016-10-05 06:14 am (UTC)Both, I think. It ain't easy to be punished for somethin' you did right, but still better than doin' it wrong. 'Least that's how it felt for me.
[And there it was, finally in the open air and explicitly stated. He didn't even really intend to get that personal at first, but it naturally followed the rest of what he'd said, and he felt a bit odd telling Sledge so much about his situation without explaining that he knew through personal experience rather than just as a witness.
But that was bound to hurt him as well. There was no avoiding pain in this situation. The best he could do was hold the pack out to Sledge, realizing belatedly that he hadn't the first time.]
Sorry, you smoke?
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Date: 2016-10-06 03:11 am (UTC)And here they were finding each other. That'd been because of Merriell too -- Merriell talking about Roe. Was Merriell going to talk about him to some other next? If he did, Sledge hoped he never knew.
He hadn't brought his pipe with him while he was out and so he reached to take a cigarette without much of an answer to the question. It was enough of one.]
Picked up a few bad habits in the war, I suppose.