Yes. While on a loud and crowded conveyance called a train. Must be what it feels like to be fired from a cannon.
[He will know what that is, has probably ridden it often during the two years he has apparently been here, trying to deal with... everything. He does hold her hand and this provides Constance with some comfort and relief. For her, it means that whatever just happened, whatever level of shock they are likely both experiencing, frankly, they are still sitting on the floor, actually communicating.
His question is casual, but it seems important in a way she can't quite figure out. Years ago, he says. She looks at him then, really takes a good look, and wonders just how old he is now. She sighs.]
My, um... My husband attempted to take his own life... and I... I... I haven't seen you in about... two months...
[Her voice trails off. She was speaking quietly, as it isn't a happy memory - and a few people have shuffled a bit closer to them in the last few minutes and it isn't anyone else's business. Constance turns her head to regard the nearest people. Her eyes narrow slightly.]
Thank you for your concern, but we're fine, please go away.
[Her voice is a bit louder as she tries to be polite, but firm. The people in question decide there are more snacks to explore on the tables on the other side of the room.]
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[He will know what that is, has probably ridden it often during the two years he has apparently been here, trying to deal with... everything. He does hold her hand and this provides Constance with some comfort and relief. For her, it means that whatever just happened, whatever level of shock they are likely both experiencing, frankly, they are still sitting on the floor, actually communicating.
His question is casual, but it seems important in a way she can't quite figure out. Years ago, he says. She looks at him then, really takes a good look, and wonders just how old he is now. She sighs.]
My, um... My husband attempted to take his own life... and I... I... I haven't seen you in about... two months...
[Her voice trails off. She was speaking quietly, as it isn't a happy memory - and a few people have shuffled a bit closer to them in the last few minutes and it isn't anyone else's business. Constance turns her head to regard the nearest people. Her eyes narrow slightly.]
Thank you for your concern, but we're fine, please go away.
[Her voice is a bit louder as she tries to be polite, but firm. The people in question decide there are more snacks to explore on the tables on the other side of the room.]