He doesn’t blame her for the inability to keep a straight face
upon hearing the confession— even being the victim of it,
Will himself has to admit there’s an awful lot of humour in the
phrase ‘I was pushed off a train.’ Or perhaps there’s just been
so much shit that’s happened to him, there’s nothing left to do
but laugh. (By all means, it hadn’t been nearly as funny back
then as it is now.)
She’d probably laugh even harder if he elaborated on the kiss
that took place mere seconds before. For his own sake, he’ll
leave that part out for now. His smile isn’t so weak anymore,
not when her lips touch his cheek; she’s forgiven him. The sar-
casm has fled for long enough that she’s truly forgiven him. It’s
a cinderblock of weight off his back and all he can manage is
a whispered thank you.
“Can’t imagine it’s so much easier,” he murmurs, “having the
front row seat. It’s— it’s a fucked up world, Freddie.”
‘ I know. ‘ And she did. It wasn’t some half-hearted agreement
to offer fake sympathy. She reported on the fucked up things
this world had to offer, for God’s sake. First a cannibal, now
a killer of perfect families. Being thrown into an open surgery
with Chilton as the patient deserved an honourable mention.
‘ We take moments like -- these for granted. ‘
---Moments where you && the person you’re supposed to hate
are getting on well. Or, in a lighter sense, just having someone.
Better that than no one at all when they’re offering some for of
escape from the mentioned fucked up world.
In a mad world, only the mad are sane, but in a sane world,
madness is the only freedom. It was hard to decide which was
the lesser of two evils.
‘ I don’t know how you do it. Stay sane when you throw yourself
in crazy’s way. ‘