worktodo: (CONSOLE ☮ no actually i hate flannel)
Albert Rosenfield ([personal profile] worktodo) wrote 2013-06-03 06:03 am (UTC)

I told you that girl of yours'd be trouble.

[They had that discussion so long ago now, it seems. Back on his birthday, when everything had erupted because of one passing remark and one utterly brilliant kid who claimed to be a Viking. But his position hasn't changed, not really; he's never cared who Coop chose to invite into his life — not when it was Harry (okay, maybe a little bit when it was Harry), and not when it was anyone here. He cares about what it could've done to Coop, if they'd left and he'd never seen them again.

But it turns out Coop beat them all to it, didn't he. He just up and disappeared, himself, and left every single one of them wounded for it.

So yeah, leave it to Coop to go around making amends now. It makes sense. Maybe that's why this meeting in and of itself feels like a goodbye, like a funeral.]


Since when do you and I need closure, Coop?

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