[Part of him, stubborn and pessimistic, wants to argue. He wants to tell her that it hardly even matters anymore, that the roads are getting torn up and no one's left to fix them, and pretty soon getting around by car - or even bike - is going to be impossible. But then she reaches up, brushes a knuckle under his nose, and something in his chest goes still.]
... Okay.
[Nancy's voice shouldn't be gentle. She should still be shouting at him, telling him he's stupid, telling him he's reckless. But she isn't. She's wiping the blood from his face, offering him help. It drains the fight right out of him, and, unconsciously, he sags towards her just a bit.]
We'll have to grab another car. ["Grab", not "buy". The dealership hasn't been functional for awhile now.] Billy'd come back and haunt me if I tried to drive his.
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Date: 2021-05-25 09:28 pm (UTC)... Okay.
[Nancy's voice shouldn't be gentle. She should still be shouting at him, telling him he's stupid, telling him he's reckless. But she isn't. She's wiping the blood from his face, offering him help. It drains the fight right out of him, and, unconsciously, he sags towards her just a bit.]
We'll have to grab another car. ["Grab", not "buy". The dealership hasn't been functional for awhile now.] Billy'd come back and haunt me if I tried to drive his.