[ There's a trite analogy about lancing a wound somewhere, he's sure, and the pus coming out and that making it easier to keep on keeping on. Harold isn't fond of it. He hasn't bought into the concept that healing has to come with pain first. Pain just seems to be a constant, separate and apart from everything else, neither good nor bad.
Pain is part of being alive, just like fear. Sometimes you learn to live with the infection, the seeping wound, and you grow to the point that you no longer have to pretend it doesn't exist. That feels more like weariness than strength.
He has several seeping wounds and somehow, perversely, he's found that he doesn't want to apologize for them any longer.
So again he doesn't contest the sir, just nods with equanimity, a careful eye on Carver for a moment more before he turns to leave. It takes nearly thirty minutes for him to return with Bear with his unsteady gait, and he's purposefully not rushing. It's not a statement about his trust in Carver; he's keeping an eye on him through the cameras they'd just set up, wary but trying to give him time.
When they arrive, Bear is off-leash and curious, immediately moving ahead to investigate the shack until Harold stops him. ]
Wachten. [ He's not sure whether he can assume Carver is watching the cameras, too, in the mental state he's in, despite that being the purpose of them... so he calls out in a calm, carrying voice, suppressing his worry as he stops a healthy distance away with the dog: ]
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Pain is part of being alive, just like fear. Sometimes you learn to live with the infection, the seeping wound, and you grow to the point that you no longer have to pretend it doesn't exist. That feels more like weariness than strength.
He has several seeping wounds and somehow, perversely, he's found that he doesn't want to apologize for them any longer.
So again he doesn't contest the sir, just nods with equanimity, a careful eye on Carver for a moment more before he turns to leave. It takes nearly thirty minutes for him to return with Bear with his unsteady gait, and he's purposefully not rushing. It's not a statement about his trust in Carver; he's keeping an eye on him through the cameras they'd just set up, wary but trying to give him time.
When they arrive, Bear is off-leash and curious, immediately moving ahead to investigate the shack until Harold stops him. ]
Wachten. [ He's not sure whether he can assume Carver is watching the cameras, too, in the mental state he's in, despite that being the purpose of them... so he calls out in a calm, carrying voice, suppressing his worry as he stops a healthy distance away with the dog: ]
I've returned with Bear.