Steve let that one go, mouth pulled wide, with half as hake to his head. But it'd be a very stiff toss up to whether that's at her words themselves, or that fact he puts up with her at all. You know. Smiling as he shoves the truck in reverse, carefully backing out of the front area, mindful of the trees, grass and that gate, all loitered with flowers.
Things he barely sees when the car is jumping gears as soon as he hits the road, racing in the direction of Koko head. Not at break neck speed, since he isn't in a chase, but he more than a little idles the truck at a hop, skip and jump above the speed limit. Which is easy when Hawaii's easy in its morning, its Aloha weekend. Driving a little slower. Headed for the beach, sights, friends, family.
Hesitating in his next step only by a momentary pause that twinges his hands on the wheel.
Thinking about that morning briefly with this next step contemplation.
But maybe it's more a devil may care dare at the universe to bring it-- because what else could happen, what could be worse that the things he was lugging around, listening to skitter in the back of his head, roughly shoving into all his thoughts-- when he rolls the windows all down halfway with one hand, before reaching out to hit the radio on, turning classic rock up to match the breeze and speed.
When you're going through hell, you just keep going.
Especially when you know the easiest day is always the one right behind you, and you can let things be taken with each yesterday or you can dig in refuse, grit your teeth and dare the world to do its damnedest to keep trying to take it from you.
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Things he barely sees when the car is jumping gears as soon as he hits the road, racing in the direction of Koko head. Not at break neck speed, since he isn't in a chase, but he more than a little idles the truck at a hop, skip and jump above the speed limit. Which is easy when Hawaii's easy in its morning, its Aloha weekend. Driving a little slower. Headed for the beach, sights, friends, family.
Hesitating in his next step only by a momentary pause that twinges his hands on the wheel.
Thinking about that morning briefly with this next step contemplation.
But maybe it's more a devil may care dare at the universe to bring it-- because what else could happen, what could be worse that the things he was lugging around, listening to skitter in the back of his head, roughly shoving into all his thoughts-- when he rolls the windows all down halfway with one hand, before reaching out to hit the radio on, turning classic rock up to match the breeze and speed.
When you're going through hell, you just keep going.
Especially when you know the easiest day is always the one right behind you, and you can let things be taken with each yesterday or you can dig in refuse, grit your teeth and dare the world to do its damnedest to keep trying to take it from you.