It was impossible to keep on writing, impossible when this lady wasn't even telling him to stop, just wanted to know if he needed anything to eat. Or if he was thirsty. There had been so many adults lately who had tried their best to tell James what to do, what to feel, reminding him of how there was still so much more to fight for, but it wasn't like James didn't already know all of that. It wasn't like he didn't know that people would miss his parents. Finding someone who just wanted to take care of him for him, it was new, it was strange, and James set down his pen, feeling his thoughts fade into a faint buzz in the distance.
"I ain't got no money," he said, twining his fingers together, a thumb pressing strongly enough into his palm that the surrounding skin turned white with the pressure. "And I'm not supposed to let other people pay."
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Date: 2011-08-11 08:58 am (UTC)"I ain't got no money," he said, twining his fingers together, a thumb pressing strongly enough into his palm that the surrounding skin turned white with the pressure. "And I'm not supposed to let other people pay."