04-02-2014, 10:31 AM
After Aria disappeared they all started eating the food Jensen had prepared. A little too much mayo for Connor's taste, but he was hungry and ate appreciatively after thanking Jensen.
He was in a friendly mood now. "Dallas, huh? I've been there a few times. Nice town, great restaurants.
" He smiled. "There was that one place....Bone Daddy's, that's it. A barbecue joint. Really good.
" He chuckled in memory. "Pretty waitresses too. Never heard of Witchita Falls. Sounds small though.
"
Connor heard the shower stop. Aria'd be out soon.
Giovanni had been silent for most of the exchange, indeed most of the evening. He seemed less tense too. Perhaps viewing Aria as a pretty girl helped dispel some of the apprehension. For the first time in a long while, he spoke. "I'm from Venezia - Venice, Italy."
Connor looked at him and smiled. "That's cool.
" Then just sat back on the stool and looked at his empty plate. The quiet seeped into him. The brief rush of camaraderie and emotion started to drain away. Just a quickly as it had started, it was gone. His emotions were all over the place tonight.
Aria came out...she still had the t-shirt on, but the sweats were too big. She looked more refreshed though. No blood anyway, which had to be nice. Connor found that he was no longer feeling that juvenile rush he had before. She was just as pretty. More so, now that she looked more natural with her hair down and wet, in sweats and a t-shirt. It made her softer. Instead he just watched her. "Have a place I can do these quickly so you can have your clothes back?
"
What kind of life does a person with that kind of job have? It was funny to keep thinking of that old Men in Black movie. He had watched it with his dad many times growing up. But that really was what she was- at least that's the closest he could imagine anyway. He remembered the loneliness of the characters. The scene where Will Smith was erasing every aspect of his past life, his name becoming a single letter. There was a nobility to it, to the sacrifice. But it was also tragic. What was that line? "Is it worth it?" "Oh yeah....If you're strong enough."
These people had to be alone. Lately, that feeling had surrounded him. Alone. It was like he'd lost all connection to everyone who he'd been close to, lost everything that had anchored him. Was it the same for them? She didn't look like she had a partner. She didn't mention one. She had said "bosses". She was alone.
He wasn't sure why it mattered to him. He just couldn't get his head on straight tonight. It was like he had been dead for months- ever since Hayden. The only thing that had kept him going all that time was determination to find out why they had kept him from the hospital? Why had there been danger? But every failure, every blockage, every closed door had shaved away more and more of his...hope, his life. He had needed this answer. More than anything. It was the only things keeping him from despair. If they had been wrong...if they had let Hayden die, when...when they could have gotten him help....He needed those answers. But after 6 months, he was close to the end. He was at the end.
But tonight had been like he had been brought back to life, at least a little bit. Emotions and feelings that had lain dead in his heart where suddenly vying for expression. But under that was something else too. Fear. The potential for hope after so long also brought the possibility of despair.
Connor just waited, not sure how to go on.
He was in a friendly mood now. "Dallas, huh? I've been there a few times. Nice town, great restaurants.
" He smiled. "There was that one place....Bone Daddy's, that's it. A barbecue joint. Really good.
" He chuckled in memory. "Pretty waitresses too. Never heard of Witchita Falls. Sounds small though.
"
Connor heard the shower stop. Aria'd be out soon.
Giovanni had been silent for most of the exchange, indeed most of the evening. He seemed less tense too. Perhaps viewing Aria as a pretty girl helped dispel some of the apprehension. For the first time in a long while, he spoke. "I'm from Venezia - Venice, Italy."
Connor looked at him and smiled. "That's cool.
" Then just sat back on the stool and looked at his empty plate. The quiet seeped into him. The brief rush of camaraderie and emotion started to drain away. Just a quickly as it had started, it was gone. His emotions were all over the place tonight.
Aria came out...she still had the t-shirt on, but the sweats were too big. She looked more refreshed though. No blood anyway, which had to be nice. Connor found that he was no longer feeling that juvenile rush he had before. She was just as pretty. More so, now that she looked more natural with her hair down and wet, in sweats and a t-shirt. It made her softer. Instead he just watched her. "Have a place I can do these quickly so you can have your clothes back?
"
What kind of life does a person with that kind of job have? It was funny to keep thinking of that old Men in Black movie. He had watched it with his dad many times growing up. But that really was what she was- at least that's the closest he could imagine anyway. He remembered the loneliness of the characters. The scene where Will Smith was erasing every aspect of his past life, his name becoming a single letter. There was a nobility to it, to the sacrifice. But it was also tragic. What was that line? "Is it worth it?" "Oh yeah....If you're strong enough."
These people had to be alone. Lately, that feeling had surrounded him. Alone. It was like he'd lost all connection to everyone who he'd been close to, lost everything that had anchored him. Was it the same for them? She didn't look like she had a partner. She didn't mention one. She had said "bosses". She was alone.
He wasn't sure why it mattered to him. He just couldn't get his head on straight tonight. It was like he had been dead for months- ever since Hayden. The only thing that had kept him going all that time was determination to find out why they had kept him from the hospital? Why had there been danger? But every failure, every blockage, every closed door had shaved away more and more of his...hope, his life. He had needed this answer. More than anything. It was the only things keeping him from despair. If they had been wrong...if they had let Hayden die, when...when they could have gotten him help....He needed those answers. But after 6 months, he was close to the end. He was at the end.
But tonight had been like he had been brought back to life, at least a little bit. Emotions and feelings that had lain dead in his heart where suddenly vying for expression. But under that was something else too. Fear. The potential for hope after so long also brought the possibility of despair.
Connor just waited, not sure how to go on.