there are a thousand ways (a thousand missed opportunities) to look at it, to call it normal. chuck stopped looking up to his old man like a father too far back to remember. they don't talk. they don't anything but drift and even that-
even that they don't do anymore. won't do again.
but chuck knows what the cadence of his voice is supposed to sound like and he knows that he's supposed to stand up straight and square his shoulders- but those things don't happen. instead of letting the silence swallow them up, his jaw sets, and chuck's flinty gaze cuts to the end of the hall. like that might make this easier (familiar) for them both. ]
( w 7. d 2 )
there are a thousand ways (a thousand missed opportunities) to look at it, to call it normal. chuck stopped looking up to his old man like a father too far back to remember. they don't talk. they don't anything but drift and even that-
even that they don't do anymore.
won't do again.
but chuck knows what the cadence of his voice is supposed to sound like and he knows that he's supposed to stand up straight and square his shoulders- but those things don't happen. instead of letting the silence swallow them up, his jaw sets, and chuck's flinty gaze cuts to the end of the hall. like that might make this easier (familiar) for them both. ]
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