Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
In reality, it was probably good for Si to get angry every now and again. It meant he wasn't numb, and he was numb so often. It did mean the feeling of it felt foreign inside of him as it churned, but it was something outside of that removed 'everything's okay' feeling. It was a fair indicator that he wasn't high either, because he wouldn't really give a shit if he was. A long time ago, when they'd still shared a room, back before the drugs, Si had sometimes kicked at his dresser, denting it, but he was never mad at Amy. Just everyone else, everything else. It felt like that now.
She was swinging her legs under a long skirt, and he closed his eyes as her hand reached toward him. He felt the pressure of her touch like something far too familiar, and he sighed again. The tension in his body needed a release valve and he was trying. Clenching his jaw, he was trying. He opened his eyes again when she said David's name and he gaze on her was sharp, almost inquisitive, without the milky sort of distance he often had. He knew he wasn't in a position, anywhere, ever, of moral superiority, and he knew people did a lot of things in the moment. But, to methodically seek people out and kill them? That was something else, something cold. Plus, he already had complicated feelings about Molly's would-be husband. "Can I smoke in here?" He asked as he pulled out his carton of cigarettes from his pocket.