Re: [Orchard: Bea & Holly]
Yeah, Holly didn't go for closing that gap. He let her spread her stance, and he just stayed where he was. Look, he wasn't here to freak her out, and he understood that seeing her dead husband, even a weird not-him version of her dead husband, was going to be hard, right? He got that, and he was willing to give her all the space she needed. He watched her face, looking for an opening to talk, and then he was trying to decide if her souring expression was an indication that, yeah, talk now, but he wasn't sure. It would've helped a lot if he knew any version of her at all, but he didn't. She was a complete stranger, and his expression was the same deadpan blank he always wore.
"I was kinda hoping you'd see me and realize I wasn't him, that it would help you somehow, I don't know." Maybe this was all really stupid. He tried to recall any fictional example of this type of situation, but nothing came to mind except for Cold Mountain, and that movie had been way miserable.
But, yeah, okay, walking, and he fell into step beside her. He glanced over, and he wasn't really walking anywhere in particular. Nervously, he dragged a hand through his long hair, and he considered lying to her. He lied all the time. He was good at it. He was a good con, and he could tell her some crazy story about his butchered face, but he kinda needed her to believe him. "I got into a fight at that Halloween party, you know, the one where no one was themselves." It was true, and he looked down at his shoes for a few seconds, and then he looked back at her. "Hey, look, I know I can't fix anything. I probably can't even convince you of anything, right?" He got that. "But I kinda need to know stuff, like how long I was supposed to be enlisted for, if we need to get divorced, logical stuff, you know?"