( there's nothing for danny here, so he doesn't know why he's here, or how, skittishly toeing around the boundary of kovacs' head like a feral cat in his windowsill. outside in the yard, in the garden next to the chicken coop, a pit waits for jem walker. a pit waits for her inside the cabin, too, but she calls that pit brother.
each thought he wants to think is aborted before he can think it: i hate you, and how the fuck did you make me hate you, and i used to think john was the worst thing i'd ever see but you're worse for a different reason, and please put me down, and please help me. there's nothing for danny here, so he doesn't know why he's here or how. there's nothing for danny here, so he doesn't know why he's here or how. there's nothing for danny here, so he doesn't know why he's here or how, how, how the fuck.
he teeters into kovacs' proximity, wobbly-kneed, clawing, weeping, then blinks right back out again, back to jem and the pit and the other pit. )
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very end of april/early may.
each thought he wants to think is aborted before he can think it: i hate you, and how the fuck did you make me hate you, and i used to think john was the worst thing i'd ever see but you're worse for a different reason, and please put me down, and please help me. there's nothing for danny here, so he doesn't know why he's here or how. there's nothing for danny here, so he doesn't know why he's here or how. there's nothing for danny here, so he doesn't know why he's here or how, how, how the fuck.
he teeters into kovacs' proximity, wobbly-kneed, clawing, weeping, then blinks right back out again, back to jem and the pit and the other pit. )