Re: Bus stop: Misha & Lou
Misha, for a long time he'd thought family just fit together, snug and inseparable, but he knew better now. His time living on earth, 'fore Heaven, it had only amounted to 10 years, and those 10 years had left him yearning for folks, 'specially once his momma died on that last year. But he also knew family wasn't perfect, and his momma sure hadn't been. But he reckoned this woman seemed steady and like good foundations, and Adrian needed someone immovable. Misha, he was bound and determined not to meddle, least not in angel ways, but a hint of talking was something real human, and he reckoned that didn't break the rule none.
But folks behind them were working on sleeping. Folks that had come from much further out than the Capital, and Misha lowered his voice and leaned. "Course. You do what you reckon," he said 'bout Adrian, and he set himself on back. He was disappointed some, but he wasn't sure why. No one wanted to be responsible for anyone, which was something else he'd learned the hard way. It was real hard to need assistance and not be willing to say it, since everyone was caught up in themselves. He couldn't blame her. She had her own life to live, but that left Adrian to the likes of him a whole lot, and he was a whole lot too young for the responsibility. Often, he wondered what would happen if he and Damian just took off, but he knew that wouldn't happen neither.
And he wasn't 'bout to tell her that her cousin had himself a head disorder, so he just let it go and fall to the ground on that swaying bus in the night dark.
"It don't do a lot of good talknig 'bout the past, I reckon," he said, and he gave her a smile that was genuine. It wasn't her fault none that Adrian was getting worse and worse. It wasn't anyone's fault really, not even Adrian's, but he understood the unsaid things, at least he reckoned he did, and he opened his backpack and pulled out a jacket to ball up 'gainst the window. "Thanks for walking and talking with me," he said, kind and earnest, and then he pillowed his head 'gainst the window and closed his eyes.
One of these days, he was really going to stop helping altogether. Tonight wasn't the night, but it all felt like anchors pulling him under, and he reckoned he was real close to drowning. No one noticed, but he did, and he wanted to surface something awful. Could be this was why his daddy was such a hopeful prospect, seeing as his daddy didn't much cotton to him, to Misha, saving anyone. It was worth thinking on some.