[ The new pot of coffee is nice; trust Harold to be particular about drinks. He also does trust Harold will make it just as he likes it, though he learned to drink the terrible coffee at the precinct.
It's easy, going back to this routine, like slipping on his favorite pair of shoes. The months in Etraya and the years back home lay on top of each other in a dissonant way, so it feels like just yesterday and somehow so long ago that they went through these same steps. It's familiar, but at the same time he recognizes how precious it is to him, how much it lodges in his heart. Especially after this past week he doesn't take it for granted.
Still, despite how bad things got, there's a surety in him that he will not drive Harold away. Even when he falls apart and tries to drive everyone away, even when he hurts Harold so badly, Harold will not leave. Harold had said "it's still my intent that we face it together" and John believes him. Once he resisted naming himself as Harold's partner, resisted the potential implications, but now it seems so obvious: they are partners. There's no one he'd rather be by his side. He can say that without reservations.
But the food is done fast enough and he brings it to the table, sets it down between them, and almost misses it when Harold speaks. It doesn't seem directed at him, and he has no clue what to make of it, though he thinks it over as he sits down. Is it more cryptic than just saying to "have patience"? What's "unsolved in your heart"? But Harold says "Rilke" and John remembers that as the author of the poem Harold left behind.
He lets Harold take the first round of pancakes and bacon off the plates between them, takes a sip of coffee; the bacon is of course cooked just the way Harold likes it. ]
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It's easy, going back to this routine, like slipping on his favorite pair of shoes. The months in Etraya and the years back home lay on top of each other in a dissonant way, so it feels like just yesterday and somehow so long ago that they went through these same steps. It's familiar, but at the same time he recognizes how precious it is to him, how much it lodges in his heart. Especially after this past week he doesn't take it for granted.
Still, despite how bad things got, there's a surety in him that he will not drive Harold away. Even when he falls apart and tries to drive everyone away, even when he hurts Harold so badly, Harold will not leave. Harold had said "it's still my intent that we face it together" and John believes him. Once he resisted naming himself as Harold's partner, resisted the potential implications, but now it seems so obvious: they are partners. There's no one he'd rather be by his side. He can say that without reservations.
But the food is done fast enough and he brings it to the table, sets it down between them, and almost misses it when Harold speaks. It doesn't seem directed at him, and he has no clue what to make of it, though he thinks it over as he sits down. Is it more cryptic than just saying to "have patience"? What's "unsolved in your heart"? But Harold says "Rilke" and John remembers that as the author of the poem Harold left behind.
He lets Harold take the first round of pancakes and bacon off the plates between them, takes a sip of coffee; the bacon is of course cooked just the way Harold likes it. ]
Who is Rilke?