Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Holly kinda didn't believe DCFS existed. Okay, not that it didn't exist? But they'd never done shit for him, and maybe that was because no one had ever contacted them about his dad? But, whatever, because rearview, right? Maybe if someone had contact family services? Then shit would have been better, but that wasn't his life, and shit was what it was.
But all of it had led him here, and despite here being weird, scary, and sometimes massively fucked? Here also came with Noah, and in the teeter-totter equation of life? He'd take all the bad shit just for that one good thing.
And none of that had anything to do with this situation in the storeroom. Light knives, right? And he figured he better fucking focus, because he had to intention of checking out yet. "I don't get how you can toss a part of yourself across the room," he said, but it was more thinking aloud. "It has to reabsorb, right?" It had to? I mean, Holly wouldn't be surprised if the entire laws of the universe were about to come crashing the fuck down in response to the reality of light knives, but he still couldn't imagine how shit worked if that was the case. Not that understanding shit mattered that much, because shit? Was still whatever it was, and knowledge didn't actually change anything in practice.
He was only half thinking about that as Tandy talked about Halloween and train stations, and Holly didn't have any fucking answers. Man, some days? He wanted answers. Some days? He wanted to just pretend the questions didn't even exist. "I think they probably re-absorb," he said the knife disappearing. It was a comforting thought. As for the rest? He looked over at her. "Does it matter to you? Figuring it out? I can't tell."