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theprettybeta (theprettybeta) wrote in paradisolog,

Isaac looked over at Malia in surprise when she tried to shrug him off and he blinked once before letting his arm fall away, giving a huff of disbelief when she responded with a simple request to rest. She couldn't even tell him that she wouldn't run away again with the baby. He stared at her for another few seconds, as if giving her a chance to continue, but when she didn't he shook his head and he stood before wetting his lips and running a hand down his face once more.

"Alright," he responded simply. There was no point in arguing with her. Isaac knew that there was a difference between someone who was being purposefully obtuse and someone who truly didn't understand how to adjust. Most of the time, Malia was the second one. But sometimes she was the first, because although he understood that she had gone through life alone, Isaac had gone through life a victim. He didn't get to be alone. He never got to experience peace and quiet, it took a lot of work for him to even be able to be around other people without flinching every time they lifted a hand, but he did it because he tried. Sometimes it felt like Malia didn't even want to try.

"I'm going to go out and find you more ginger, alright?" His voice was calm and diplomatic as he bent down to pull his shoes back on. "Try to get some sleep. I'll see you when you wake up, I'll be here."