Re: Bus stop: Misha & Lou
Lou wasn't circumspect. Grew up that way, with a lot of mulish resentment for doing as her mother told her, keeping her tongue behind her teeth and her mouth shut. Didn't make a damn bit of difference to the people around her, who used silence the same way they'd use anything else, as a means to an end. Besides, the kid who had thrown a man clear across a street, wasn't phoning any hotline of any kind. The mention, it creased a smile into her cheek, grooved deep. Lou had smiled a whole lot, even if she wasn't prone to it just because.
"I said that to someone." She thought about Adrian, who might well be someplace where the locks on the doors weren't as simple as finding the right key. "I don't go on just telling people. Point is, kid. You're different. So am I. And I don't ask questions I wouldn't answer."
He was small. Lou didn't have a lot of time with kids. Stayed clear of schools, of churches, of playgrounds in parks. Not because she'd done anything that people feared, but because memory was a bitch. It pulled all kinds of scarves out of a hat that didn't look like it held much. "Don't have a burning need to know." She didn't. Curiosity was something you afforded, instead of held onto like it was the first and only.
Morality. Lou cocked her head. "They made a choice. Can't say I think that's good or bad. Choices are choices. Sometimes you make 'em from a good place, sometimes from a dark one. It's just a choice, end of the day. But choices have consequences." Her smile roughed up a little. "They found that out, I figure."