'...not sure what I was expecting,' he says, in a rare moment of complete honesty, devoid of bravado.
And for a long time, he just stands and watches. Eventually though, and with a sigh, he walks to the table and sits down. Obviously, Deacon is unaware. But Gene still feels a bit like an intruder, like this is a private moment he has no business seeing. Or more - a moment he doesn't want to see. He knows they come to him vulnerable. But they rarely show him, apart from in their odd moments. He demands they step up and get on with the job. It's the best way to help them. And they do step up. Some do it quickly, some take their time. But he gets them all there in the end.
Deacon's not moving, though. For a horrifying moment, Gene considers that he might actually be crying. But there's no sound, no shaking shoulders. The man's just sitting, with every semblance of total defeat.
A couple of minutes pass.
Gene looks over at the ghost.
'Why show me this? I can't help him until I'm back home.'
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And for a long time, he just stands and watches. Eventually though, and with a sigh, he walks to the table and sits down. Obviously, Deacon is unaware. But Gene still feels a bit like an intruder, like this is a private moment he has no business seeing. Or more - a moment he doesn't want to see. He knows they come to him vulnerable. But they rarely show him, apart from in their odd moments. He demands they step up and get on with the job. It's the best way to help them. And they do step up. Some do it quickly, some take their time. But he gets them all there in the end.
Deacon's not moving, though. For a horrifying moment, Gene considers that he might actually be crying. But there's no sound, no shaking shoulders. The man's just sitting, with every semblance of total defeat.
A couple of minutes pass.
Gene looks over at the ghost.
'Why show me this? I can't help him until I'm back home.'