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It's a weird feeling.
But I think, despite the nightmares and ominous looming questions, last night made everything seem a bit brighter. It was awesome just chilling with everyone after all the serious talk was done. And even the serious talk wasn't bad.
Maybe it's Eric.
I can't tell you what a relief it is to see him healthier, to see him in control of this situation. Now that he knows what's happening, he's been doing what he does best: organizing, planning, managing our knowledge and our resources. It shouldn't be as comforting as it is, sitting with the others and listening to Eric. But it is, and hell, I'm not going to complain.
It's like we have a game plan now, and things might turn out okay.
It was strange to work with him on the pamphlet today. It was terrifying trying to edit it. I mean, to have him looking at me, listening to my comments, and acting like they were useful rather than irritating. I'm not used to that kind of thing. I'm used to speaking my thoughts and getting either laughter, anger, or pity in return. It doesn't usually matter if I'm putting thought into them, or just speaking on impulse, or attempting a joke.
It was nice. Maybe my nitpicking and cynicism can actually help with something.
And being close to Eric like that. He talked with me, and smiled. Not because I needed him to, but because he was pleased. With me. It... ah. It was nice.
Is it wrong of me to wonder where this might lead? I'd be happy just to have this. To keep helping him, to sit next to him and have him happy with my input. If I could keep this up, and have it last... that would be amazing.
I really shouldn't consider that offer he made. .... Should I?
But I think, despite the nightmares and ominous looming questions, last night made everything seem a bit brighter. It was awesome just chilling with everyone after all the serious talk was done. And even the serious talk wasn't bad.
Maybe it's Eric.
I can't tell you what a relief it is to see him healthier, to see him in control of this situation. Now that he knows what's happening, he's been doing what he does best: organizing, planning, managing our knowledge and our resources. It shouldn't be as comforting as it is, sitting with the others and listening to Eric. But it is, and hell, I'm not going to complain.
It's like we have a game plan now, and things might turn out okay.
It was strange to work with him on the pamphlet today. It was terrifying trying to edit it. I mean, to have him looking at me, listening to my comments, and acting like they were useful rather than irritating. I'm not used to that kind of thing. I'm used to speaking my thoughts and getting either laughter, anger, or pity in return. It doesn't usually matter if I'm putting thought into them, or just speaking on impulse, or attempting a joke.
It was nice. Maybe my nitpicking and cynicism can actually help with something.
And being close to Eric like that. He talked with me, and smiled. Not because I needed him to, but because he was pleased. With me. It... ah. It was nice.
Is it wrong of me to wonder where this might lead? I'd be happy just to have this. To keep helping him, to sit next to him and have him happy with my input. If I could keep this up, and have it last... that would be amazing.
I really shouldn't consider that offer he made. .... Should I?
