[ It's not the first time that Abby's sat down to watch the show. He thinks it's easier in the dark, that maybe that's intentional. Letting it soak in, at least. Something about the shadows. About the play of light and shape and storytelling. Each repetition a little different from the one that came before, except he can't quite grasp how.
He stays hunched over, Jenny clutched protectively to his chest as he sniffs and wipes at his eyes. Because that's part of it too. The crying, and that grief and dull horror dredged up every time he watches. He thinks it's weaving something together, more than just the song and dance of spectacle, but he can't pull at his own power to check. It just is, and so he just watches.
The cat curls her big tail around his wrist. At least she's here. One day he woke up and she was sitting on his chest. And that's just that. He sniffs again, peering at the man next to him. A stranger, though everyone here is. ]
sound and light
He stays hunched over, Jenny clutched protectively to his chest as he sniffs and wipes at his eyes. Because that's part of it too. The crying, and that grief and dull horror dredged up every time he watches. He thinks it's weaving something together, more than just the song and dance of spectacle, but he can't pull at his own power to check. It just is, and so he just watches.
The cat curls her big tail around his wrist. At least she's here. One day he woke up and she was sitting on his chest. And that's just that. He sniffs again, peering at the man next to him. A stranger, though everyone here is. ]
Resisting - mhm. What?