guilty. she was seeing if he’d notice.

she has a meek little smile. next meal on her, that she can accept.

[VOICE BREAKING]. i hate you. and i love you. because i can’t help it——cause you’re my mom.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry. this may be me at my best.

the mess doesn’t bother her, doesn’t turn her stomach like it would with others. she holds a wet rag in her hands, carefully and slowly dabbing away at the blood and such. it’s the least she can do, especially when he’s tired. showing care, consideration after all he does.

“ what’s going on in that mind of yours? ” the question is softly spoken, genuinely curious. fingertips rest gently against his jaw, uncaring if her hands get dirty. “ talk to me, i want to listen. ”

silas.⠀ sigh i miss shiloh