It takes Sol or two a minute to respond. In the days since he dreamed of Kevin, since he woke with his son's name on his lips, Sol Laine has grown increasingly tired. Aches and pains he'd never noticed before flare to life whenever he sits still, it's near impossible to focus on anything.
But he does stand and move with slow, even steps toward the door. He fumbles with the handle, blinking hazily at Kim when she stands revealed in the bright afternoon sunlight.
"Do I--Is there something you--"
He squints at her face, at her hair, then at her face again.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2007-08-06 02:25 am (UTC)But he does stand and move with slow, even steps toward the door. He fumbles with the handle, blinking hazily at Kim when she stands revealed in the bright afternoon sunlight.
"Do I--Is there something you--"
He squints at her face, at her hair, then at her face again.
"Kimberly Ford?"