One of God&#39;s children

Jack bit his lip thoughtfully. He had other questions, curiosity about Lucy and whether anyone might track Mitchell down and what exactly had happened to Annie, but a glance at Mitchell told him it would be cruel to ask them.

He was tired and it seemed like none of it mattered much, anyhow.

"Fandom as the quiet shelter from the storm," he mused. "That's new."

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"Lots of shit happens here," Mitchell said, the corners of his mouth curving up for the tiniest of moments. "But people don't really die."

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"Yeah, they go elsewhere to do that," Kate muttered. "This is just where we hear about it."

She'd lost three people within the last year, and even if two had come back (one better than before, the other damaged in ways she could sadly understand better now) it was a lot for someone who'd never lost anyone before.

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"Wait until you move away," Jack said, mostly to Kate. "Then you get to hear everything secondhand."

But Mitchell was right. No one died on the island. It was a little eerie, if Jack overthought it, but he was hardly going to complain.

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Mitchell shrugged one shoulder. "I can use a bit of 'just hearing about it' for a while," he said.

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"It's not all it's cracked up to be," Kate muttered, clearly adamant to keep on being negative now. She sighed. "Are we done now?"

She supposed it was time to be all familial and in mourning together, but she just didn't seem to have it in her.

[Today's SP brought to you by me being in Helsinki in a script meeting, apologies!]

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The tone surprised Jack, and he kept silent while he shot a quick glance at Kate. He had nothing to add -- he didn't have anywhere particular to go, true, but he also didn't feel up to staying there and murmuring consoling things.

He shrugged in Mitchell's general direction, conveying he had no preference.

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Mitchell... felt guilty for no particular reason, and emotionally exhausted, and not really up for dealing with anyone murmuring consoling things at him. "Unless you have any other questions," he said, quietly, "Sure. Feel free to grab something from the fridge before you go."

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"I'm not hungry," Kate said, already moving to stand up. She wasn't really looking at either of them. She felt like crying, suddenly; that was never something she handled well. "I really don't think I can handle any more answers today."

Edited Date: 2011-07-03 07:15 pm (UTC)

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"For once, I'm feeling the same way," Jack said dryly, also rising to his feet. "There's nothing we can do either way, is there?"

He wasn't going to cry. He might go into the preserve and punch trees for lack of anything more rewarding to hit, but he wasn't going to cry.

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"I don't think there's anything left to do," Mitchell said, staring at his hands.

He might feel differently in a month or two. "I'll let you two out." He pushed up out of his seat.

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