Quiet me - Marlin + Perry
For a while, Perry felt as if Marlin hadn’t even heard him. Just repeating his name, still clutching the mans wrists, scared he’d launch himself at Perry again. He wasn’t mad. He understood, really he did. It must be hard, to know your son was lost and alone and probably hurt.
People lashed out. It had always been part of Perry’s job. He was the bearer of bad news, he was the voice that said ‘you need to accept that you might not get the result you want’ he was all kinds of horrible voices.
Identifying a body was nasty business. When Marlin had sworn it wasn’t Nemo, Perry believed him, and kept on looking. It was a few days later now and all Perry had asked was if Marlin wanted another look at the body, just to be sure, because no one had identified it yet. Really, Perry shouldn’t keep scissors on his desk.
“Marlin.” He looked... Dazed. “Marlin, just relax your fingers okay? Let go of the scissors.” When they clattered to the ground Perry relaxed, kicking them under his desk. And then Marlin started to try and apologize. “Don’t” Perry shook his head, wiped sweat off his brow. “I understand. And if you say it wasn’t Nemo then it wasn’t, and we keep looking.”
