Advice? Input?

[a_time_slip]

Moving and selling all of my stuff in a yard sale!

Where should I go next?

Comments

[lostinthefog]

... you are leaving?

[a_time_slip]

Yes. No.

I think I need a new start. I'll still see you if you'd like.

[lostinthefog]

Of course I'd like to see you.

Why are you ... did something happen?

[a_time_slip]

I don't think I can talk about it.

We're still friends,aren't we?

[lostinthefog]

... of course. Don't ever doubt that.

I just wish I could help you with ... whatever it is. It's what friends are there for.

[a_time_slip]

I don't think anyone can help me.

*digs in her pocket and finds the set of boat keys she had made for him, holding them out for him*

[lostinthefog]

They could try, at least.

*He takes the keys, and when he realizes what they are, he stares at them incredulously.*

[a_time_slip]

I did something terrible, there's nothing that can fix that.

*she gives him a half smile. He's the only other person that knows how to drive it*

[lostinthefog]

It's unlikely I could fix anything, but ... I can be here.

*He holds the keys almost carefully, as if they could vanish again, and he's clearly overwhelmed.*

I ... don't know what to say. Thank you.

[a_time_slip]

Thanks. Um. I could use a friend, yes

*she smiles*

Whenever you need it , you can use it.

[lostinthefog]

You know how to find me. Sometimes it helps to share what is on your mind, even if this doesn't change anything about the situation.

*He manages to smile back, grateful, yet still a bit taken aback.*

[a_time_slip]

...I'm really sad. About almost everything.

[lostinthefog]

Why?

[a_time_slip]

Because I know that I'll be alone in the end, that everything I have now will just go away.

[lostinthefog]

But that doesn't mean you have to be alone. Nothing is forever, but with every change, there is the opportunity for something new.

[a_time_slip]

I hope so.

[lostinthefog]

I'm sure of it.

*He reaches out and briefly squeezes her shoulder, for the lack of more helpful words.*

[a_time_slip]

*she sniffles a bit, but gives Julian a half smile* Thanks.

[lostinthefog]

*He returns a brief smile*

... sorry. I know I'm sounding like a fortune cookie. Nevertheless, I mean it.

[a_time_slip]

Thank you Julian... What you said means a lot.

[lostinthefog]

Any time ... I just wish I could do more.

[a_time_slip]

You're doing plenty.

[animus-nocendi.livejournal.com]

You sound so excited. I wonder if Lynn feels the same.

[a_time_slip]

...She's unhappy about moving anywhere but Stanford.

[animus-nocendi.livejournal.com]

And you think I'm a bad parent because I disciplined my kid?

[a_time_slip]

I'm sorry. I wanted to be mean when I said that.

[animus-nocendi.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should try sticking around for more than ten minutes.

[a_time_slip]

Does that have a benefit?

[animus-nocendi.livejournal.com]

Confrontation.

[a_time_slip]

...Say whatever you want to say, then. Tell me how horrible I am, how you wish me dead, how my child is going to be screwed up forever, I don't care, but please say it.

[animus-nocendi.livejournal.com]

I don't care. It isn't my problem. But you're clearly running away from something. And that's ridiculous.

[a_time_slip]

You're right. I'll stop running.

[animus-nocendi.livejournal.com]

Good.

[a_time_slip]

...Do you know any quality private tutors?

[animus-nocendi.livejournal.com]

Not off the top of my head, but I can find some for you. And Annika can help.

[a_time_slip]

Thank you.

[animus-nocendi.livejournal.com]

Sure.