Re: [Orchard: Bea & Holly]
Had he noticed her hands on his elbows, he would've immediately stepped back to let her go, but he was kinda caught up in the moment. He wasn't scared of her, but he hated the orchards and the woods, and it showed on his face. And he wanted her to get it, that he knew what her version of him had done was wrong. He could tell she thought he was totally nuts, and that she thought he was her husband, and that made it kinda important to him not to be painted with that brush. "I'm sorry, you know, about the porn," he added. Maybe the version here had never said it, and he couldn't be sure, but it was worth saying. She deserved to hear it.
He didn't move far away, even when he let her go. Being out here with someone felt better than being out here alone, so, yeah, there was that.
"I don't know what they did. I mean, they asked questions for days, and then I don't remember. Like, I remember repeating the same thing for 30 hours or something absolutely reminiscent of an Oscarworthy movie, and then nothing. Three days later, I woke up and they let me call Gramps." He motioned down to himself. "But I wasn't bruised up or anything, so I'm guessing they didn't do anything to me. Look, I'm a massive conspiracy theorist, so I can dream up a million horror-story scenarios, but the truth is I just don't know, so..." He ran a hand through his long hair. "If you hear anything, will you tell me? If they start paying me a pension or anything, I'll split it with you," he offered, which was another big deal for Holly, because money was security to the guy. "And if you need anything, I'm staying over the music store. I work there most nights. In other words, I'm easy to find. But, um, people are asking questions, you know, about you... about us. Like, the waitress at the diner and the guy at the general store, so, yeah."