James immediately froze up when she hugged him, not expecting the contact, not knowing what to do with it. Had it been his mother, he'd know. He'd know to hug back so tight and all strong, because nothing broke his mama, and she always told him that James never could. (Nothing broke her until pa came in the door, anyway, looking mad as can be and broken himself.) Gradually, he raised his arms and tried to hug back, but it wasn't easy.
"Don't tell him," he begged. "Don't tell 'im. It's gotta be me, okay? 'Cause he's real good with women and I... I wanna tell him myself. For my mama and my pa. You can—" He paused, trying not to tear up, but it was a bit late for it then as a couple started sliding down his cheeks.
"You can tell him that James Ford's got somethin' to say."
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Date: 2011-08-20 05:56 pm (UTC)"Don't tell him," he begged. "Don't tell 'im. It's gotta be me, okay? 'Cause he's real good with women and I... I wanna tell him myself. For my mama and my pa. You can—" He paused, trying not to tear up, but it was a bit late for it then as a couple started sliding down his cheeks.
"You can tell him that James Ford's got somethin' to say."