[That's - very paternal, or something of the sort, and for a brief selfish moment, it's disappointing. But then, it's a lullaby and nobody has ever done that for her, ever, and it's just sweet.]
Okay - let me just get ready. I have to get the lights. [Because she is in bed, and that's all that is left.
Incredibly, once the lights are off, the whole apartment dark, she doesn't feel alone, like usual. It makes her throat close up a little, and for that reason when she lets him know, it's a whispered little:]
[She's wide eyed at first, yes, because his voice is gorgeous. And then the words of the song itself, pulling at heartstrings first and then running a gentle caress through her hair.
She leaves the phone on her pillow and puts him on speaker, lying down and staring at the ceiling for a while. Gradually, closing her eyes.
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icarusalsoflew) wrote2015-04-24 11:23 am
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What?
[ There is Genuine Confusion here. ]
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[With this whole 'you are great'. And -- our Mae.]
For the record? [Shyly,] I consider myself lucky to have met you both, and count you among my friends here. I do.
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[ And grateful. It's good to be certain about these things. ]
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Are you - feeling better? Do you want to keep talking?
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Yeah. Sorry to keep you up.
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[ Anyway.
Hum. ]
Well... good night?
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Tell me a joke.
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I could sing you a lullaby instead. Since I can't be there to tuck you in.
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Okay - let me just get ready. I have to get the lights. [Because she is in bed, and that's all that is left.
Incredibly, once the lights are off, the whole apartment dark, she doesn't feel alone, like usual. It makes her throat close up a little, and for that reason when she lets him know, it's a whispered little:]
Okay.
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[ That comes out soft and indulgent. He waits quietly, contenting himself with the sounds of her on the other line.
(What is he doing, really? Absolutely nothing, he tells himself. Nothing he wouldn't do for anyone else who mattered.)
Once she's settled, he's singing this. His voice is lower when he picks up a tune, and damn, is he good at it. ]
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She leaves the phone on her pillow and puts him on speaker, lying down and staring at the ceiling for a while. Gradually, closing her eyes.
Gradually, falling asleep.]
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He only stops when he's sure that she's out. Then, for her deaf ears: ]
Good night, love.
[ He'll have another cigarette, he thinks, before he turns in for himself. ]