[seeing Naomi's body just being pulled out like something from a display drawer was...more than disconcerting. it seemed inhuman. this whole thing just seemed surreal. there she is, just lying there paler than death and looking so... frail. he could see how much the illness had taken its toll on her. and yet despite what he sees, in his mind he can hear her voice. already lecturing him for just standing there doing nothing. he can see that almost haughty yet attractive face concentrated on whatever research she was on. see how despite her weaknesses and faults, she had still been a determined, strong, hard headed woman.
for a moment his hand lifted, but rather than going to her it just went to the cabinet's handle and he pushes it closed. whatever expression he has is half hidden by the collar of his coat, his face turned toward the rest of the closed cabinet doors.
he doesn't know what he feels. it's not the relief mixed with grief that he felt when his mother died. it's not the pang of regret when Presa tumbled down the cliff. it's not some sudden big hole for someone he may or may not have really cared about. it's not a shallow feeling for a stranger. it's complicated. and it's certainly more than he expected.]
I'm going to go look in her office.
[that's all he says and he's already stepping away.]
no subject
for a moment his hand lifted, but rather than going to her it just went to the cabinet's handle and he pushes it closed. whatever expression he has is half hidden by the collar of his coat, his face turned toward the rest of the closed cabinet doors.
he doesn't know what he feels. it's not the relief mixed with grief that he felt when his mother died. it's not the pang of regret when Presa tumbled down the cliff. it's not some sudden big hole for someone he may or may not have really cared about. it's not a shallow feeling for a stranger. it's complicated. and it's certainly more than he expected.]
I'm going to go look in her office.
[that's all he says and he's already stepping away.]