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Andrew Fioro ([personal profile] faithfulclub) wrote2012-10-25 11:25 am
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Ghostly Hijinks

The hardest thing is watching and being unable to do anything. Seeing Eileen hurting, seeing Argine ill, seeing Rachel broken-- it stings more deeply than almost anything in life did.

It helps that he's not alone, that he has his oldest and dearest and most eternal friend to turn to in moments when the aching gets to be too much and smile sadly at him.

He doesn't need words to tell Edgar how much this is both a curse and blessing, does he?

[identity profile] ofthelions.livejournal.com 2012-10-27 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Some, maybe." Not as good as hoping he'd had some influence in the amazing father Andrew had been to his daughter, of course--the much more important role his friend had filled in those eight lonely years. "I suppose it's as good as I'm going to get out of you."

[identity profile] faithfulclub.livejournal.com 2012-10-27 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
But there was absolutely no doubt in Andrew's mind that Edgar had-- it just hadn't been something expressed as openly, even in the moments when he'd thought he was alone.

Although there had been hints of it, when he'd been standing at his best friend's grave once or twice over the years. When he had hoped aloud that Edgar approved of all he had done in Eileen's life, in Argine's. The choices he had made or hadn't, the guilts that would rest quietly on his soul.

"Hm. We'll see. We've time, after all."

They've forever, really, to work out the emotions and say all that needs to be said. No more missed chances, here.