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Syd(ney) Barrett (_donttouch) wrote,

It was the same silence she remembered offering, remembered David being met with, when he had asked in one of the meetings whether he was the only one. No one? Okay. She laughed, scoffed more or less, at the level naming convention. “The end-all be-all. Awesome.”

The fact he made one too was testament to how far he pushed himself, how far he’d come and how far he would go. It was also a testament to burning too brightly, too quick. My candle burns on both its ends. They deserved the blame as much as he blamed himself. For pressuring him and relying on him the most. She deserved the blame, for not having a secondary plan after saving David, for letting the creature out without another cage to place it in. “I am, too. So sorry.”

If she could go back to that moment, they might not have to worry about this at all. Why did it seem so much easier in movies? Bill and Ted just had to remember something and it would appear, their future or past selves dropping off much needed trashcans and hidden keys at the most convenient times. A plan. Remember a plan. She looked up, ears perking as if she could hear anything upstairs. “I need to check on— On you.” She stared hard, eyebrows furrowing in worry. It’d do her no good at all to have both of them pushed beyond boundaries with no return. “I will be back. I promise you.”

She leaned in then, quick and unsure movements as she grabbed his hand and placed the fabric in his, releasing it only after a squeeze like she had wanted to do so many times. Tangible.
Real. Trust me? Her mental voice was as soft as his apology, the sharing tentative because she had no idea whether her David would be able to hear her in the noise he had to deal with, and no idea whether this David could hear even something shared.