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Dec. 18th, 1997 06:51 pm971218.1851, Thu
He’s been depressed. DC. He’d wait if he thought there was any point to waiting. You have to wait with patience and gentle voice and hands to tame wild birds, dearling. He was asleep, and restless in his sleep, when I came up to Wood Center this afternoon. I sat down by him and put my hand on his head and told him that I loved him, silently. I told him to hold on. He didn’t wake up until Ian and Sudiptya and John and Morgan and Anna showed up noisily. They have no consideration for him, especially when he’s asleep. After he became aware of my presence, still asleep, he reached out with his hand and set it in my lap. I held his hand. It was the least I could do. He’s so fragile-looking when he’s asleep. I’ve seen him on the verge of tears several times in the past few days. He’s realizing that he takes me for granted too often, and BJ as well. I love him more than I wish to reveal, especially when he’s vulnerable. He threatens my balance and restores it as well. Balance. I’ve found it, within myself, with his help; maybe I can help him find his. He does Balance me; I’ve known it for a long time. He was asking Anna for help with DC, and I helped him with his words. I’m a born translator. I know what he means. I know what DC would mean, I think. Joanie as counselor? I keep thinking of how Cordelia went "between." "’Where are you going?’ ‘Between,’ she said firmly." Or something. Barrayar. I love that book.
Shawn thinks I was right: she’s got so many friends and a life that he’s not really part of! It at least helps him now…and explains!!
He’s been depressed. DC. He’d wait if he thought there was any point to waiting. You have to wait with patience and gentle voice and hands to tame wild birds, dearling. He was asleep, and restless in his sleep, when I came up to Wood Center this afternoon. I sat down by him and put my hand on his head and told him that I loved him, silently. I told him to hold on. He didn’t wake up until Ian and Sudiptya and John and Morgan and Anna showed up noisily. They have no consideration for him, especially when he’s asleep. After he became aware of my presence, still asleep, he reached out with his hand and set it in my lap. I held his hand. It was the least I could do. He’s so fragile-looking when he’s asleep. I’ve seen him on the verge of tears several times in the past few days. He’s realizing that he takes me for granted too often, and BJ as well. I love him more than I wish to reveal, especially when he’s vulnerable. He threatens my balance and restores it as well. Balance. I’ve found it, within myself, with his help; maybe I can help him find his. He does Balance me; I’ve known it for a long time. He was asking Anna for help with DC, and I helped him with his words. I’m a born translator. I know what he means. I know what DC would mean, I think. Joanie as counselor? I keep thinking of how Cordelia went "between." "’Where are you going?’ ‘Between,’ she said firmly." Or something. Barrayar. I love that book.
Shawn thinks I was right: she’s got so many friends and a life that he’s not really part of! It at least helps him now…and explains!!
