I'm glad it wasn't the other things for you, either...
[She stays burrowed against him a little longer, but then eventually draws back from his shoulder far enough that she can look him in the eyes. It's easy to make jokes with Abbacchio about the mafia, to laugh when he says he's a thug and not a robin hood, but hearing Mista say something like "still in prison" brings the whole thing a new sense of clarity.
If something hadn't happened for Mista, he would've been in prison, or dead. Prison isn't so far off from what happened to her, either — the isolation, the inability to leave, the frustration at the circumstances that aligned to bring her there. Mista could've suffered like that, too, but for something that prevented it. The thought makes her shiver a little, as she raises a hand to rest soft against his cheek.]
I wouldn't like my life here nearly as much if you weren't a part of it.
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[She stays burrowed against him a little longer, but then eventually draws back from his shoulder far enough that she can look him in the eyes. It's easy to make jokes with Abbacchio about the mafia, to laugh when he says he's a thug and not a robin hood, but hearing Mista say something like "still in prison" brings the whole thing a new sense of clarity.
If something hadn't happened for Mista, he would've been in prison, or dead. Prison isn't so far off from what happened to her, either — the isolation, the inability to leave, the frustration at the circumstances that aligned to bring her there. Mista could've suffered like that, too, but for something that prevented it. The thought makes her shiver a little, as she raises a hand to rest soft against his cheek.]
I wouldn't like my life here nearly as much if you weren't a part of it.