It's a familiar span of time, by now, to some in the room.
On the twenty-ninth, River pulls away from her brother.
As Gabriel Tam's eyes open, she curls up at his feet, back resting against the couch, and rests her head against her father's knee. Her eyes are closed. Her face is wet with tears; it's hard to tell whether she's still crying or not.
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Date: 2005-07-19 05:51 am (UTC)It's a familiar span of time, by now, to some in the room.
On the twenty-ninth, River pulls away from her brother.
As Gabriel Tam's eyes open, she curls up at his feet, back resting against the couch, and rests her head against her father's knee. Her eyes are closed. Her face is wet with tears; it's hard to tell whether she's still crying or not.