'Irish twins', he's heard the phrase. Never thought much on it before now, and it seems strange to consider. "Guess it's a good thing your old man and my old man never got together to go bowling, they might've come up with fun, new ways to be terrible to their kids." It's the best way he can handle this. He barely knows what he's doing, here.
He lets a silence lull for awhile after Mick's last comment. There's something heavy about that, when he really thinks about it. It almost makes sense why they clicked as well as they did, and why, despite everything that told him to keep that separation in mind, he couldn't quite completely shake the familiarity.
"What can I do?" He knows the answer. Nothing. Because they can't undo what happened. Not everything that's broken can always be fixed.
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Date: 2017-08-05 01:13 pm (UTC)He lets a silence lull for awhile after Mick's last comment. There's something heavy about that, when he really thinks about it. It almost makes sense why they clicked as well as they did, and why, despite everything that told him to keep that separation in mind, he couldn't quite completely shake the familiarity.
"What can I do?" He knows the answer. Nothing. Because they can't undo what happened. Not everything that's broken can always be fixed.