Re: quicklog: Atticus, Casper, Carver, Michael, Will
[Carver looked up at Atticus, blinking as he realized the old man hadn't entirely buried his head in the sand. The anger he felt towards him started to dissipate, replaced by worry for Michael who was clearly oblivious to the unusualness that hung around him.] Yes. I'm sorry. [Was all he said and it was just as quiet, only loud enough for Atticus to hear. There was no elaborating on what or why he was apologizing and there didn't need to be. If anyone could read between the lines, it was Atticus.
He looked up when Michael came back and obviously tried to smile. It didn't work.] Does that mean you're paying for the beer? [It was a joke, but the delivery was dead on arrival. Stern. That was something they'd all have to get used to. He didn't give Michael any more meaningful looks and barely even heard him talk. Carver's thoughts were on the complexities of what he believed, what he feared might have to be done and if he even wanted to do it.
Suddenly, he was aware that Atticus was talking to him and it took him a second to process it.] Break? [He looked down at the pool table and puzzled out what that meant before giving a nod.] Hm, yes. Wait- Will you do it. [It was a small show of good faith, as if to say he wasn't ever angry about Will killing him.]