Nathan Ford (nate_ford) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2012-11-08 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2012 11, character: eliot spencer, character: g callen, dead: nathan ford |
RP: Nate and G
Who:Nate and G
Where:Team Center
When: Nov 8, end of workday
Summary: Nate tries to speak to G
Work had gotten worse and worse since the death of Savannah and John and it wasn't hard to figure out the feelings behind Callen's change in behavior. No, the reasons were easy to understand, and Nate understood them better than probably anyone.
He'd not said anything to the other man so far, giving him space and time to deal with his loss. Not that time would ever lessen the pain, but he could at least not crowd the man. Enough people would have bothered him with condolences and half of them wouldn't even have understood how useless their words were.
Today though, as work came to an end and Callen was standing alone for a moment, Nate approached him. He'd thought a lot of what to say, of what could make a difference while still knowing that nothing could make a difference.
"Agent Callen," he said as he approached, making sure no one else was close enough to overhear. Apart from Renko, but that was something that couldn't be changed. "I never offered my condolences at the wake. I want to do so now, even if I know there is nothing I or anyone else can say that lessens the pain."
"Savannah was a remarkable young woman, and I know what strong bond the two of you shared. I also know what it's like to lose a child. After my son died I was a wreck, for years. They say it gets better with time, but it doesn't. You just learn to live with the pain. If you're lucky." He didn't speak of his son often, and just talking about it brought back those memories. Sam lying on the table while the doctors tried to revive him. The feeling of his lifeless body, still warm, in his arms. The pain of waking up each morning remembering that he would never get to see his face again. There was a reason he usually avoided the subject. He didn't have to imagine what Callen was going through, he was still going through it himself.
He cleared his throat. "The first time I spoke to Savannah she asked about my son, and when I told her that he... died..." he swallowed. "She said she was sorry for my loss, and then added that it was a useless thing to say because it could never be enough. I am truly sorry for your loss, and I know that it is not enough. It will never be enough. But I still wanted to stay it."