[ working on the wall is hell. or rather, living without yancy is hell and the wall just makes it worse in some ways. the dull monotony of doing the same thing day after day after day may be getting to him a little. it was great at first. the job helped keep him from throwing himself into the ocean. but it's been a couple years since yancy died now and raleigh's learning to live with the hole in his head.
but life still sucks. he can't sleep. and when he does, he has nightmares more often than not. he's lost some weight, even though exercise has kept him in shape fairly well. the last time he smiled was the night yancy died. even though he hates thinking about the night of yancy's death, when he's up there working the wall, it's hard for his thoughts not to turn to everything he's lost. dad, mom, brother, sister, friends... some of those are his own fault, but their loss still stings.
every once in a while, he wonders if he should give tendo a call. there's a part of him that's desperate for some human contact that's not the guys who have no idea how to deal with him. but he always ends up talking himself out of it before he does.
he's probably depressed. the internet has given him enough of an insight for him to "diagnose" himself. it makes sense, really. but like hell is he going to go and talk to a therapist ( or anyone ) about all of this. none of them would get it, so what's the point?
even though raleigh sequesters himself away from all of his co-workers ( not entirely by choice, but he can't really complain ) it's hard for him to miss that there's a reporter hanging around and asking questions. he catches sight of her in the bar one night and thinks, she looks really familiar, but there's nothing more to it than that.
not until she comes up to him a few weeks later. then it clicks. ] Naomi? [ he's surprised, and it shows through his dirt tan. after a minute, he remembers his manners and shifts so he's actually facing her. ] Hey. Long time no see. [ she looks good. different, but good. ]
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but life still sucks. he can't sleep. and when he does, he has nightmares more often than not. he's lost some weight, even though exercise has kept him in shape fairly well. the last time he smiled was the night yancy died. even though he hates thinking about the night of yancy's death, when he's up there working the wall, it's hard for his thoughts not to turn to everything he's lost. dad, mom, brother, sister, friends... some of those are his own fault, but their loss still stings.
every once in a while, he wonders if he should give tendo a call. there's a part of him that's desperate for some human contact that's not the guys who have no idea how to deal with him. but he always ends up talking himself out of it before he does.
he's probably depressed. the internet has given him enough of an insight for him to "diagnose" himself. it makes sense, really. but like hell is he going to go and talk to a therapist ( or anyone ) about all of this. none of them would get it, so what's the point?
even though raleigh sequesters himself away from all of his co-workers ( not entirely by choice, but he can't really complain ) it's hard for him to miss that there's a reporter hanging around and asking questions. he catches sight of her in the bar one night and thinks, she looks really familiar, but there's nothing more to it than that.
not until she comes up to him a few weeks later. then it clicks. ] Naomi? [ he's surprised, and it shows through his dirt tan. after a minute, he remembers his manners and shifts so he's actually facing her. ] Hey. Long time no see. [ she looks good. different, but good. ]