here’s the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth : she always feels at a loss when it comes to his religion. mormonism and catholicism are not so wildly different that she can’t find any common ground, not to mention her stepdad in the past having been a jehovah’s witness, which bore even more similarities. still, she looks like a lost puppy, but she’s trying. a delicate hand finds his, her thumb rubbing comforting circles across the back.
❝ honey, you’re not your brother. i know things aren’t goin’ too great right now, but that’s not a guarantee of anythin’, y’know ? you’ve got time — besides, everythin’ is to plan, isn’t it ? ❞
He knows she’s trying, how soft and genuine her words leave settles his nerves --- even if it’s for a brief moment. Fear looms him. High school will come to an end and he will be off to spread God’s gospel to wherever they place him. He’d have minimal communication with his family and his girlfriend and, dear god, only He’d know where he’s going. There’s excitement but also distress he will disappoint himself and his family. Grip tightens around her fingers, desperate for her gentle touch.
❝ I --- Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. For now it is. It won’t be if I decide not to go on my mission. ❞
