"But you ain't a bad lady," James says quietly, a deep tone to his voice, shadowed, and forceful in spite of how everything about his stance is tenuous, down to the feet that can't seem to decide where to stand. "If he's a lovely man and you're a good woman, then... things'll be okay. Maybe it's gotta hurt, but things will work out in the end if everyone..."
His voice dies out and his gaze wanders, unable to cope with it anymore, having to recount everything and trace over steps that he feels like he's been walking for years now.
"It'll be okay."
His words sound more like a question than a statement.
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:31 am (UTC)His voice dies out and his gaze wanders, unable to cope with it anymore, having to recount everything and trace over steps that he feels like he's been walking for years now.
"It'll be okay."
His words sound more like a question than a statement.