all the time in the world ? It feels silly to say but , in these stretches of pavement and infinite deaths as the graveyard , he supposes it is true .
" what would you possibly want ? to go to space or somethin ' ? "
β
β ' ... we could . '
β she can hear the subtle shift in his tone ,
β wants to ease those thoughts if even just a
β little . it wasn't like they didn't plague her too .
β ' you and me . we got all the time in the world
β to think of somethin' , long as we keep movin' . '
β
there should be simpler answers β something that doesn't taste like poison in his mouth .
however , his body can't rationalize the thought of being dead : not like this , not quickly and meanly , and cruelly without someone to care .
" a lot of us haven't . "
β
β [ his answer seems to relax her a bit , and as
β it comes time for her to answer in return , she
β chews on her lower lip , glancing downward . ]
β i dunno .
β guess i haven't really thought about it .
β [ quiet tone . she doesn't expect to win either . ]
β
( his voice is a little more quiet than he wants it to be : Barkovitch isn't a whirlwind of quietness , more known for snapping his teeth , but here he is . )
I don't know .
( he's not sure he ever thought he'd win . ever have a wish . )
What's yours ?
β
β guess so .
β [ she sounded almost resolved at the fact it
β wouldn't be her . she'd simply go for as long
β as she could and then ... that would be that . ]
β ... you gotta wish in mind ?
β
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" you're really fuckin' sick , huh ? "
He feels the urge to feel bad prodding at him , sickening the thought of him wanting the other boys to drop dead like flies earlier ( even if he keeps threatening to dance on their graves ) and it sinks into his skin .
He takes a deep breath of fresh, rural Maine air and promptly dissolves into a coughing fit. Whatever.
"There are worse places to die. Worse situations. Better to be out here trying than back home doing nothing."
" pretty ? " he snorts and he wants to say something derisive , something mean , about the word chosen , because it really should be allowed to be brought attention . but then he glances up and he can remember that night is falling soon .
" kinda , yeah . "
"I almost think it's nice," he shrugs, side-eyeing Gary heavily. There's a lot to be inferred just from that one-word answer.
"You can see for miles. Plenty of sky. Not so many lights that you can't see the stars. It's pretty, don't you think?"
his sigh is a loud thing , taking on its own life . he does agree with harkness ' statement and he wants to point the finger at the government , at the major , before he shrugs and says ,
" you kind of duck at the whole positivity bullshit . "
| gary barkovitch with an oral fixation that means he'll just put things in his mouth , hair-ties , his own fingers , someone else's fingers , coc - is this mic still on ?
people didn't like gary barkovitch , not from the moment he was born . usually , this was fine .
" smelled like shit , too much smoke . makes maine look nice . even if there's too much fuckin ' land 'ere , you notice ? "
" bad . " he wishes there were better words to say with the shrug that wracks his shoulders , but he's thinking about narrow alleyways and clambering up the stairs of an apartment for the project partner he'd had just to be chased around and kicked in the ribs .
"You're joking. I never would've guessed that. Not in a million years," he laughs, shaking his head. "Texas is hot, yes. Can get pretty humid out in my neck of the woods, too. Makes the cold up here bite that much sharper."
He's pretty tired of it, actually. Maine is --