ใ ค ใ ค you want to know... what i am?
ใ ค ใ คใ ค that's easy. all you have to do
ใ ค is look at me.
ใ ค ใ คใ ค i'm just an ugly blood-sucker.
ใ ค #ONSrp | #MVrp
ใ ค ใ คใ ค โบ&โก
Just when did the tears start falling?
When did his hands start /trembling/, knees soon pulled up to his chest โ how much he was shaking, all while embracing himself.
How much this poor clown hates being afraid. ]
I-โโ
. . . I don't-โ know?
[ How nervous Randy suddenly seemed, an obvious bite to his lips.
Fingers fiddling and fidgeting now as he simply /stared/ right back at her.
Such an obnoxious ringing sounding through his head, making him flinch in return ever. A glance away now.
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I know you loved us all that way. As family.
And I know you were loved the same wayโฆ
[. . .]
Butโฆ did you, maybeโฆ
Love /Terrance/, in a different way, too?
[God, she feels like sheโll faint from the weight of that question alone. And to think โ sheโs the one /asking/.]
If he knew of both his affection, and his fear?
Perhaps that's why Terrance was always so sweet to him?
A chance to give him something they both knew they couldn't safely have?
How flustered Randy suddenly got, feeling his ruffles by his neck dampen.
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Of course I did!
[ How such a question made him laugh now โ or perhaps it's merely a way to bury some of his deeper worries. ]
I loved your mother as well, she'll always be like a sister to me.
Of course, I love you as well, Jane.
It's all part of being a family, is it not?
[Looking up at her tall uncle, and wondering what it was like in his head.
That same young girl, about to ask a harder question โ one she has no real right to ask.]
Did youโฆ
Love him?
How /old/ he suddenly feels.
Missing his friends and family, all while Jane already has new friends and family.
Is Randy truly so stuck in the past without even realizing? ]
Always, Jane.
You can always ask about him.
[ The way his own gaze lifted in return, now focused in on Jane.
Every time he looks at her in such a way, he's always surprised to see her so grown up, even for just a split second.
How his little spring has grown โ and soon, she'll have her own little spring.
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[She prays that wonโt be the case, when she lifts her gaze back.
Shifting a bit in her seat โ thumb brushing over the band of her wedding ring, a habit to soothe herself.]
โฆUncle Randy?
Can Iโ-โฆ
Ask you something about Terrance?
He swallowed, mouth and throat so dry it almost /hurts/. Such an uncomfortable sting โ just when did things turn so . . . Scary? ]
Bโbut I-โ
I just want /him/ back, my Spring.
He was my . . . Best friend back then, it's hard being away from him for so long. ๐.
Yes, but-โ
[ A huff.
How he hates the way his voice /trembles/ with every word he mutters out. How unstable he feels, like a circus performer balancing on a tightrope over the audience.
One wrong move and he'd tumble down to the floor.
The same can happen with words, right?
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[. . .]
B-Butโฆ it was also incredibly hard to find /you/.
[And that was pure /luck/.
Jon didnโt even know what he was looking for.
Randy just happened to be a clown, and Jon just so happened to catch him. Finding Terry isnโtโฆ /impossible/, then. Right?]
Old TVs, yes, but not /him/.
He-โHe was /special/, you know?
Terry said there were only a thousand made โ how am I supposed to ever find him, Jane?
. . . Yes. ๐.
[ No need to even mention his name โ the poor guy is already frowning. ]
It's . . . Difficult to find anything regarding your sister. She's truly one of a kind โ I miss her dearly.
[ How his poor cotton heart already seems to ache.
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[Jane asks in such a gentle way. Fearful, that if she even mentioned Terranceโs name directly, her poor uncle may frown even harder.
Sheโll let Randy bring him up. At his own pace.]
Yet, even having to /think/ about the next is close to bringing the poor clown to tears.
How oddly hesitant he seems now, thumb tracing along his own smooth knuckles.
A way to soothe his racing mind, perhaps? ]
I haven't found any /fitting/ Televisors yet.
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