Honestly, I thought I'd begun slipping off my rocker, until my mother finally approached me. ( he'd already glimpsed some ghostly figures roaming about town before seeing Candace. you'd think in Deerington, weird things would start setting in at some point...
and then, Will manages to add shock to already-present surprise. )
You mean, right now?
( Ben looks up at Candace with a blend of loss, and boyish shame. his mother is too preoccupied interacting with the cat, who has taken to chasing the outer vestiges of her essence. )
My mother is still here. I expect she will be here for a while. ( as in, be advised, an introduction-to-the-parent will absolutely occur if Will decides to come by.
Ben just isn't sure if he wants that, or wants to avoid that...
but what does Ben want? )
So, you'll get to meet her. Or, what is presumed to be her. ( difficult for him to bask in willful ignorance; he has to fight the natural Catholic brand of shame that tilts up every time he lets himself feel hopeful about what is happening, here. )
you could have told me when you saw her the first time and thought you were going crazy. [ It's a selfish snap to say it - making it about his own alarm over reading that, the angry compassion of knowing that exact feeling. Worrying that you're seeing the dead where they don't belong anymore. Will feels heat flush across his cheeks and chews on his lip. ]
that's why i offered. asked. that's why i asked.
[ Will takes a deep breath. Lets it out slow, even though breathing exercises have never done much for him. ] if we were both back home, i think neither of us would get to meet either of our parents.
i'm not sure if you're comfortable calling it that, here. or if the ghost or memory of her isn't the same. but if you're interested in me meeting her...i'd like to. [ Because that's the underlying truth, here. Will hadn't ever considered it, but now that the opportunity is here, there's a shameful burn to asking for permission to come over. ]
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and then, Will manages to add shock to already-present surprise. )
You mean, right now?
( Ben looks up at Candace with a blend of loss, and boyish shame. his mother is too preoccupied interacting with the cat, who has taken to chasing the outer vestiges of her essence. )
My mother is still here. I expect she will be here for a while. ( as in, be advised, an introduction-to-the-parent will absolutely occur if Will decides to come by.
Ben just isn't sure if he wants that, or wants to avoid that...
but what does Ben want? )
So, you'll get to meet her. Or, what is presumed to be her. ( difficult for him to bask in willful ignorance; he has to fight the natural Catholic brand of shame that tilts up every time he lets himself feel hopeful about what is happening, here. )
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that's why i offered.
asked. that's why i asked.
[ Will takes a deep breath. Lets it out slow, even though breathing exercises have never done much for him. ] if we were both back home, i think neither of us would get to meet either of our parents.
i'm not sure if you're comfortable calling it that, here. or if the ghost or memory of her isn't the same. but if you're interested in me meeting her...i'd like to. [ Because that's the underlying truth, here. Will hadn't ever considered it, but now that the opportunity is here, there's a shameful burn to asking for permission to come over. ]