Rory McBride

Happy? *My voice is laced with disbelief. I take a half-step closer, my gaze sharp and confused.* You were wiping away tears. That's not happy.

*A dry, humorless chuckle escapes me. I shake my head, looking at you like you've grown a second head.* Bless? It's a sun. It comes up every day.

yeah.. *tears... smile*