She rubbed her hand across her face as if consumed by sudden weariness. Then she went back into the bedroom. Ash followed after a couple of seconds had passed. He found her sitting on the edge of the daybed, staring out of the window at the middle-distance.
“I can look into other means of controlling the spasms,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“And I can work at the guitar. It’ll be like when I was first teaching myself, and I was trying to convince my folks to send me for proper lessons.”
She nodded, but it was crazy obvious that she didn’t put any faith in his plans.
Ash hung back from the bed a way, not sure what to do or say to make her understand. This was the only option he had. He had to take control of the situation, instead of drifting along, being told what to do by one person after another. Black Halo was his life. Without it, he was nothing, and that meant he’d cling on as hard as he possibly could. Why couldn’t she grasp that’s what his actions were aimed at accomplishing? They weren’t simply a by-product of rage.
It took a couple more minutes for him to realise that she only had half the story. Crazy that two people could be in a relationship for months and not be aware of the critical aspects of a person’s life. He guessed that highlighted how shallow their relationship was. He could pinpoint every pleasure-point on her body, but he couldn’t tell you her parent’s names, or the name of the guy she’d been the most serious about in the past. The one who’d abandoned her.
Likewise, her knowledge about his past was also lacking.
He just didn’t enjoy talking about that stuff. Only sometimes…sometimes, you had to offer people a glimpse so that they could grasp the bigger picture.
Aw-shit! He didn’t want to, but he guessed they had to do this now.
