[ HJ's greatest enemy was his own reticence. A need to keep everyone, even Nelson as far as at least an arm's distance away. Like he was holding him off, even while he clawed and scraped and tried to grasp for any semblance of understanding or knowledge.
It made Justice feel like the noose was tightening around his neck. ]
I could be on the streets, Nelson. I could be out there. [ He gestured, with his other hand, toward the door. The one on the back of the couch remained where it was.
And it was true, yes. Even while he didn't necessarily say it, he didn't have anywhere to go. He couldn't imagine where else, not here. There was no Minutemen tower, the MAC wasn't much of a place to stay, either. He may not have anywhere else to go, but there would few places HJ would find as fitting.
He thought his discerning taste should say enough. But Nelson always wanted further reassurance. Further acknowledgement of more than he could give. What he wasn't capable of providing, even if Nelson thought he should. ]
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It made Justice feel like the noose was tightening around his neck. ]
I could be on the streets, Nelson. I could be out there. [ He gestured, with his other hand, toward the door. The one on the back of the couch remained where it was.
And it was true, yes. Even while he didn't necessarily say it, he didn't have anywhere to go. He couldn't imagine where else, not here. There was no Minutemen tower, the MAC wasn't much of a place to stay, either. He may not have anywhere else to go, but there would few places HJ would find as fitting.
He thought his discerning taste should say enough. But Nelson always wanted further reassurance. Further acknowledgement of more than he could give. What he wasn't capable of providing, even if Nelson thought he should. ]
I choose to be here.