"True," Faye murmurs, trudging forward as the ship comes fully into view, the rounded and almost spherical cockpit window still polished and practically like new. If anything, Redtail is in better shape here on the island than she's ever been during her use back home, the result of Faye's sheer inability to do anything else. Can't fly the thing often, for fear that it'll run out of fuel. Can't let it fall into complete disrepair without feeling trapped, or worried that she may need it in an emergency, some moment like this.
So she keeps her baby as clean as can be.
"But Dean's been cutting back on his own drinking," she concludes, sounding fond, if slightly unsure. "Last thing I want to do is anything that might pull him back. He's... he's something else. I told him that I loved him. And I have never done that before."
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Date: 2012-02-14 10:07 am (UTC)So she keeps her baby as clean as can be.
"But Dean's been cutting back on his own drinking," she concludes, sounding fond, if slightly unsure. "Last thing I want to do is anything that might pull him back. He's... he's something else. I told him that I loved him. And I have never done that before."