[Christmas morning, there are two packages delivered to Charlie's door, brightly wrapped. In one is a case of crossbow bolts, shiny and new. In the other, an artist's kit, with a plethora of paints and brushes and other sundries. Bass figures she probably has no need of either, but bolts, paints and brushes all seem like things you can't have too many of, ultimately, and he hopes all of them are things she can enjoy using.
Attached is a note, simple and sincere, though it went through countless drafts to get to that format.]
Dear Charlie,
I'm sorry, for everything. I don't know if you can forgive me, and I have no right to ask, but I want you to know I'm working on things, trying to be better. I've been seeing a shrink a few times a week, and he's got me on these meds that are supposed to help. I can't tell if it's making much difference, but I'm still trying. Knowing there's a reason doesn't excuse anything I've done, but it gives me some hope I don't have to stay stuck in the same patterns.
All I want is for you to be happy. You deserve that more than anyone I know, and I'd do anything in my power to give you that. I hope that you've found that, now. Just know, if you ever need me, I'm here.
Merry Christmas, Charlie. Enjoy your presents and the life you're making here.
[with the loss of neal, charlie had managed to retrieve most of the art and supplies that he'd created before cable had subsequently disappeared, too, so the sight of more makes her heart ache. that bass thought to give them to her makes tears spring to her eyes and that's before she reads his note. after that, she's a mess.
it seems tactless to send a text, and she's yet to find a gift, so she resolves to do that and deliver it in person.]
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Delivery
Attached is a note, simple and sincere, though it went through countless drafts to get to that format.]
Dear Charlie,
I'm sorry, for everything. I don't know if you can forgive me, and I have no right to ask, but I want you to know I'm working on things, trying to be better. I've been seeing a shrink a few times a week, and he's got me on these meds that are supposed to help. I can't tell if it's making much difference, but I'm still trying. Knowing there's a reason doesn't excuse anything I've done, but it gives me some hope I don't have to stay stuck in the same patterns.
All I want is for you to be happy. You deserve that more than anyone I know, and I'd do anything in my power to give you that. I hope that you've found that, now. Just know, if you ever need me, I'm here.
Merry Christmas, Charlie. Enjoy your presents and the life you're making here.
All my love,
Bass
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it seems tactless to send a text, and she's yet to find a gift, so she resolves to do that and deliver it in person.]