[ maybe it's because they've been together awhile, maybe it's just because she knows that the way he moves changes whenever he doesn't feel like the ground is steady enough but yancy is around and he refuses to lose it while she's there. whatever it is, naomi clues in to the fact that raleigh is just barely holding on and she looks over to her daughter, to the question in yancy's eyes mom what's wrong how can i help and she inclines her head a little in a gesture of baby, give us a bit, i need to talk to your uncle.
the mutinous look in yancy's eyes doesn't surprise her, neither does the violent shake of her head as her shoulders shift so that she clings tighter to his arm. she's such a protective little thing, ready to fight for the right to stay, for the chance to be there for him the way naomi has managed to in the few short years they've become a family.
because she knows yancy won't go unless she verbalizes the request, she voices it then, borne out of silent understanding that raleigh's need to protect their little girl from whatever ghosts continue to rattle in the attic of his mind will take precedence over everything else. baby, please, just five minutes and as reluctant as yancy is in letting go, she does, and naomi watches her daughter stand to turn on her heel, arms coming up to hug herself as her footprints mar the shoreline. ]
Babe, [ she turns back to him then, tips his face up, searches his gaze ] talk to me. Please.
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the mutinous look in yancy's eyes doesn't surprise her, neither does the violent shake of her head as her shoulders shift so that she clings tighter to his arm. she's such a protective little thing, ready to fight for the right to stay, for the chance to be there for him the way naomi has managed to in the few short years they've become a family.
because she knows yancy won't go unless she verbalizes the request, she voices it then, borne out of silent understanding that raleigh's need to protect their little girl from whatever ghosts continue to rattle in the attic of his mind will take precedence over everything else. baby, please, just five minutes and as reluctant as yancy is in letting go, she does, and naomi watches her daughter stand to turn on her heel, arms coming up to hug herself as her footprints mar the shoreline. ]
Babe, [ she turns back to him then, tips his face up, searches his gaze ] talk to me. Please.