[It's like he's been struck, like she's slapped him again and deservedly. His ability to look at things from other people's perspectives is still terrible but at least he can sometimes; back home he never really could. On some theoretical level he knew that before now, but never this strongly.]
[Work was everything to him, every ounce of value in his body was on his lack of work and then, abruptly, the rarity of what he could do - and work and lies have always been so inextricably entwined that the idea of being a worker without being a criminal, being a worker and an artist or a father or an activist, had never struck him as something that could be real. But Daneca was always more than her work.]
[And Sam never got it. Sam just - sort of bought into what Cassel was saying, not because he didn't care about Daneca but because they were the same kind of fucking idiot in a lot of ways, and because it was dramatic and had swagger and if Sam was nothing else he was cinema-minded.]
[Cassel bows his head for a moment, fingers twitching. He's torn between wanting to touch her hand, to reassure her, and not wanting to touch anyone ever again.]
[But he lays his hand on hers anyway.]
You miss him.
[There's nothing in him but understanding. He misses Barron, too.]
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[Work was everything to him, every ounce of value in his body was on his lack of work and then, abruptly, the rarity of what he could do - and work and lies have always been so inextricably entwined that the idea of being a worker without being a criminal, being a worker and an artist or a father or an activist, had never struck him as something that could be real. But Daneca was always more than her work.]
[And Sam never got it. Sam just - sort of bought into what Cassel was saying, not because he didn't care about Daneca but because they were the same kind of fucking idiot in a lot of ways, and because it was dramatic and had swagger and if Sam was nothing else he was cinema-minded.]
[Cassel bows his head for a moment, fingers twitching. He's torn between wanting to touch her hand, to reassure her, and not wanting to touch anyone ever again.]
[But he lays his hand on hers anyway.]
You miss him.
[There's nothing in him but understanding. He misses Barron, too.]