He gave her hand a bracing squeeze, a small smile coming to his lips in response.
"I like your kind of stubbornness. I wish I had more of it myself." He had his own sort of tenacity and strength of will, but often it was undermined by second-guessing himself or being weighed down by a cynical pessimism which had seemed to grow with each passing year. And yet, standing with Fred right now, her hand in his, he found that there were still reserves of hope and determination to draw upon, after all. It was her doing, there was no denying it.
"We'll get through this. We always do. It's just...it's been a bad month. For all of us. I'm just tired, I think. We could really do with something to smile about for a change."
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"I like your kind of stubbornness. I wish I had more of it myself." He had his own sort of tenacity and strength of will, but often it was undermined by second-guessing himself or being weighed down by a cynical pessimism which had seemed to grow with each passing year. And yet, standing with Fred right now, her hand in his, he found that there were still reserves of hope and determination to draw upon, after all. It was her doing, there was no denying it.
"We'll get through this. We always do. It's just...it's been a bad month. For all of us. I'm just tired, I think. We could really do with something to smile about for a change."
Did she know how much he admired her?