( his smile is crooked. he can tell this fella's been through it, an' no doubt someone's hurt him real bad along the way. ain't nobody starts out hard an' cold. it's somethin' you do to protect yourself. like alex. like mal. he wonders if it's how angel would'a gone if he'd survived.
there's a sadness in the weary crinkles at the corners of his eyes, though the smile stays. )
Ah, Hell. ( he shakes his head some as he lights up the last of the cigarettes from his pack an' leans back in his chair. ) Reckon I can stand a little hurt.
( he says it playfully. it ain't a matter of bravado or ego an' it sure as hell ain't a challenge. it's knowin' what he can take. gene is nothin' if not possessed of that awareness of self an' soul that makes him who he is. )
no subject
there's a sadness in the weary crinkles at the corners of his eyes, though the smile stays. )
Ah, Hell. ( he shakes his head some as he lights up the last of the cigarettes from his pack an' leans back in his chair. ) Reckon I can stand a little hurt.
( he says it playfully. it ain't a matter of bravado or ego an' it sure as hell ain't a challenge. it's knowin' what he can take. gene is nothin' if not possessed of that awareness of self an' soul that makes him who he is. )
But I thank you all the same for the luck.