Tony felt himself fall into the old habits, the ones where he felt safe in Gibbs' basement, because nothing--nothing--could hurt him here. It was a childish habit, a childish hope, one that Tony had thought he'd thrown away after Gibbs' abrupt departure to Mexico. He hadn't, of course.
The belief was still there, still hidden inside him, a sharp lump next to Guilt, Resentment, and Gratitude. Hope.
I like this also, and plotwise, you totally surprised me at the end of this chp
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Date: 2009-09-20 03:04 pm (UTC)The belief was still there, still hidden inside him, a sharp lump next to Guilt, Resentment, and Gratitude. Hope.
I like this also, and plotwise, you totally surprised me at the end of this chp