(Scanning through older prompts, and this was too good to pass up, bb. :D)
"Sometimes it's just so much, too much," Reid says, frowning down at his hands, "all the ugliness that we see." He looks up at Edmund, and thinks once again how strange it is that he finds himself so comforted by the presence of this young man, who is far younger than Reid himself but holds a kind of wisdom that is so much older than his years; he has the kind of self-possession that Reid wishes he had, some days.
Edmund looks at him with dark old eyes, back ramrod straight, and tells him, "There's always going to be ugliness out there; you do the best you can, that's all."
(Hmm. This feels remarkably similar to that one I wrote with Edmund and Lucy and Sam Winchester. Oops. XD)
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on 2010-01-12 09:14 pm (UTC)"Sometimes it's just so much, too much," Reid says, frowning down at his hands, "all the ugliness that we see." He looks up at Edmund, and thinks once again how strange it is that he finds himself so comforted by the presence of this young man, who is far younger than Reid himself but holds a kind of wisdom that is so much older than his years; he has the kind of self-possession that Reid wishes he had, some days.
Edmund looks at him with dark old eyes, back ramrod straight, and tells him, "There's always going to be ugliness out there; you do the best you can, that's all."
(Hmm. This feels remarkably similar to that one I wrote with Edmund and Lucy and Sam Winchester. Oops. XD)