Re: Bus stop: Misha & Lou
Family was family. It had taken a good decade for that to sink in, or maybe to wake up the way that felt bone-deep, but family was family whether they were hot-tempered and prone to poor decision making - hell, that was a familial trait. Lou observed the kid move, the whisper of fabric as he straightened up and she wondered faintly, somewhere she tucked away, how the hell the two of them got along. The kid, she thought of him as earnest. Disillusioned, maybe or at least from a starting point that believed the hell in people, but she didn't see a whole lot to line Adrian up beside and draw out comparisons. Family was family and she kept her tongue behind her teeth on Adrian's troubles.
"He does. He needs to talk more," Lou observed. Talk more, evade less and she smiled at the kid as she dropped into the seat behind his and held out a hand across the part in seats. "Lou." But the talk over the seats, it reminded her of those years, angry and a little raw and seeking soothing from a grandmother who didn't have a lot of soothing in her. "Didn't say she said it loud." Lou's smile was sharp, quick like a knife. She believed in fitting in, going along with people around her."
But all right, the truck. Lou laughed. "Because I felt like trouble and getting the hell out of town to go and do it," she said amused. "And no. They're not. Animals, it's simple. No wrestling with decisions, they're just made." She didn't notice how full the bus was or not. She couldn't smell the men from the 'stop and that was likely enough.