There's a profound sadness to this, and Tom feels like he knows what Darling is going to say just as he says it--surely, that's the drugs, but there's regret in there he knows all too well.
It's not the same, Darling's emotions and his situation are unique. That's the beauty of true pain like this, that's why isolation is so prevalent in situations. His good, dear Doctor isn't smiling at all, no longer caught in the whimsy and waves of science and theory. Nor is he grounded, anchored to the world and what it entails even here among the snow.
Darling is drifting, drowning in his own emotions, his own would haves and should haves, and Tom swallows thickly, on the verge of crying himself. It's Barbara all over again. It's Alice all over again. It's heartbreak.
"It's not your fault," he says, and he's unsure if Darling will take it in his voice or in his lost love's, not now with the affect on him. It doesn't matter. It needs to be said.
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It's not the same, Darling's emotions and his situation are unique. That's the beauty of true pain like this, that's why isolation is so prevalent in situations. His good, dear Doctor isn't smiling at all, no longer caught in the whimsy and waves of science and theory. Nor is he grounded, anchored to the world and what it entails even here among the snow.
Darling is drifting, drowning in his own emotions, his own would haves and should haves, and Tom swallows thickly, on the verge of crying himself. It's Barbara all over again. It's Alice all over again. It's heartbreak.
"It's not your fault," he says, and he's unsure if Darling will take it in his voice or in his lost love's, not now with the affect on him. It doesn't matter. It needs to be said.