Grace is chattering in his ear, his favorite sound, and a movement out of the corner of his eye only warrants a glance at the guy in the passenger seat, and nothing else. His focus is taken, all on her and her childish, innocent delight. He can't even be pissed about the rabbit, she's so cheery and triumphant.
It'll hurt later, he knows, but not now. Right now, he's bulletproof, and when Grace says how excited she is to see him later, he could pretty much just fly. "I'm excited too, baby. We're gonna have so much fun this weekend."
They always do. It's the one good thing that came of his marriage, this little girl, and the only good thing in his life. He'd move to Hawaii all over again, just for this. He'd move to China. He'd go anywhere, just to be able to see her.
And it's starting to slip away again; this is just a short call, he knows, one of the daily ones as she's coming home from school, and she's already saying goodbye in his ear. "Hey. Danno loves you."
He'll remind her every chance he gets, waits to hear love you, too, Danno, before he takes the phone away from his ear again and presses the button, feeling full and empty at the same time, a familiar ache spreading through his chest.
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Date: 2014-01-18 06:54 pm (UTC)Grace is chattering in his ear, his favorite sound, and a movement out of the corner of his eye only warrants a glance at the guy in the passenger seat, and nothing else. His focus is taken, all on her and her childish, innocent delight. He can't even be pissed about the rabbit, she's so cheery and triumphant.
It'll hurt later, he knows, but not now. Right now, he's bulletproof, and when Grace says how excited she is to see him later, he could pretty much just fly. "I'm excited too, baby. We're gonna have so much fun this weekend."
They always do. It's the one good thing that came of his marriage, this little girl, and the only good thing in his life. He'd move to Hawaii all over again, just for this. He'd move to China. He'd go anywhere, just to be able to see her.
And it's starting to slip away again; this is just a short call, he knows, one of the daily ones as she's coming home from school, and she's already saying goodbye in his ear. "Hey. Danno loves you."
He'll remind her every chance he gets, waits to hear love you, too, Danno, before he takes the phone away from his ear again and presses the button, feeling full and empty at the same time, a familiar ache spreading through his chest.