Fishing Trip
Sophie didn’t know why, but Will came to see her. Maybe he knew she was upset, sensed it somehow. It wasn’t like him to just show up whenever, and it really wasn’t like him to lead her to another dimension, but here they were. They were fishing, calmly, as if nothing was wrong. As if they belonged in this dimension, or that they even belonged in the same one. Will was quiet, he seemed relaxed, just watching his line. Sophie knew she should’ve felt the same way, but with everything that happened recently her mind was racing too fast to calm down.
She had already tried to see if her feet could hit the water from sitting on the dock, and was unsurprised to find they were too short. Sighing, she pulled her knees up to her chin, placing the pole between them and her chin on top. Little mind was placed towards the fishing rod, she was too caught up in her own thoughts. There was a lot going on, a lot she needed to deal with, a lot she didn’t want to deal with.
“Sophie, your line.” She almost jumped when she heard Will talk. He wasn’t overly loud or anything, her mind was completely elsewhere.
By the time she reacted the fish had already gotten free, Sophie pulled the line back in to redo her hook and bait.
She wasn’t talking much, but Will seemed to pay no mind to that. It was kind of him, even if he asked how she was doing she wasn’t sure she’d be able to answer. There were a few times she caught him looking, the tinniest bit of worry, but he didn’t say anything.
The sleep deprivation was setting in now that she was around someone she trusted enough that would protect her if anything happened. It was getting harder and harder for her to even keep her eyes open. If if wasn’t her thoughts distracting her, it was the fact she could barely stay awake. Without thinking she leaned against Will, letting out a small yawn. She hadn’t even noticed till he tensed up slightly, he didn’t make any move to push her away or tell her to move, so she assumed it was okay.
They were quiet for a bit longer, Will catching several fish, Sophie had left her pole laying on the dock, not caring enough to try and pay attention.
“You know, what you’re doing, it’s not healthy. You need to be able to talk about what’s going on in your head.” Her fist clenched at those words, she was hoping he wouldn’t bring it up.
“Lexi doesn’t believe in therapy.” It was half the truth, half an excuse. Sophie wasn’t good at talking about things, she didn’t like to. Therapy scared the hell out of her and she’d like to avoid it any costs.
“Fuck her, you need to find a way to get help.” His voice wasn’t angry, but it was serious. “It’s going to hurt more if you shove this all away.”
She knew he was right, and he meant well. However, that didn’t make it any easier. There was a way, if she could get approved to go train with the templars, or just leave. There was one on the ship she’d talk to, from what she said finding balance was important. Maybe that’s something Sophie needed.
“I can... try.” She was quiet when the words came out. This was something she didn’t want to do, but something she probably needed.
He was hesitant as he wrapped his arms around her for a hug, Sophie not realizing how much she missed human contact until then. She could feel herself start to cry, that was something new.
“Will? You’re...” She bit her lip, trying to figure out how to put what she wanted to say. “You’re a better father to me than my actual dad, he never cared like this for me. Thank you.”
He just squeezed her tighter, Sophie hugging him back. Neither of them being good at this kind of stuff, but it still felt natural to Sophie. She was comfortable, almost like this was meant to happen in some weird way. Though confusing, she wasn’t about to question it, some things were better just to accept.