oo3. partially closed.

[betterangels]

CHARACTERS: Rick Grimes and others to be added.
LOCATION: Around places.
WARNINGS: TBA.
SUMMARY: Making friends, influencing no one.
NOTES: Following up on prior CR, mainly, but if you want to do something, I am honestly pretty open! Consider this open all March.

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[nokidstuff]

Huh. For real?

[His surprise is drawn out with the slight turn of subject, even if he's seen and learned of other things around the ship that he would never in his lifetime have believed. It's just that psychics sounded more intrusive and he knew what they could do from comic books so for him there's immediate worry for what she could see in his mind.

Which was. Everything, most likely. His deepest and recent sense of loss, the mistakes he's made that he sometimes still thought about, and everything really that he only ever wanted share with those he was closest to. And some of it he wasn't ready to share, least of all with his dad. He didn't want to be a disappointment by telling him some of his realer thoughts yet.

So if it was true, and he didn't hold back on believing it for even a second, then she was actually one such person he thought he was fine not meeting anytime soon. Even if she was "alright." And his body language tenses, not exactly hiding that's maybe something along the lines of what he's thinking either.]

[betterangels]

I bet she's seen stranger. Up here.

[ Not that the particulars of their world is what Carl wants to keep a secret, Rick knows, even if he doesn't know for sure what it is Carl might guard. He can imagine. He can guess.

It occurs to him then that there's stuff they should talk about, not just the day to day, not just how to repack a casing, not just the rules and regulations of this place. But the things they've left behind. The things that have happened.

But Judith is a name that sits like a rock on his words. Heavy, cold, pinning down his tongue.

Not yet. ]

Yeah, [ he says, instead. ] I'm not wild about it either. But she keeps to herself.

[nokidstuff]

[Even so, it's not much reassurance, now that is mind is thinking about all this.

After all, he still remembers his dad saying "don't look back" that day not so long ago, and ever since has been taking it all in a sense of deeper ways and meanings. For the most part attempting to keep his grief bottled up or finding somewhere to be by himself for a while when he can't.

The point is they haven't talk about it. Not the prison, Judith, or the rest of their people, dead or possibly alive. So nothing about sharing with a psychic first was his idea of good.

And he's not sure of how to share with his dad yet, so for now, he bottles it in some more, lowering his head to hide the distraught thoughts that may have played on his features a second ago, and using the brim of his hat for cover, momentarily.]

I'm not worried about that... [ which is more something he tells himself to pull himself together, obviously lying more to himself, and looking back up again. ] I was just surprised. There's just a lot of strange things here. I don't know if I can get used to it.