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[farfromthesea]

He takes Neil fishing.

Theon's not sure at all if Neil will even like it, but it's a good chance to get out in the little boat before the weather really starts getting cold. He's got a couple of crab traps to check anyway.

The cut on his forehead has moved on from scabbing to that first angry pink stage of scarring, and it's a scar that he doesn't mind looking at. Not when he remembers the way Daryl had tended to it, and the easy warmth that here, in this world, Theon's only ever had with the man next to him.

He takes care of getting them set up, even if Neil knows how, just likes to do it, and then they're waiting, the wind low and the ocean lapping gently against the sides of the boat.

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[myfavoritedream]

I hadn't spent much time in boats, and I'd fished maybe twice in my whole fucking life. Kansas wasn't exactly known for its lakes, but one summer, one of Mom's boyfriends drove us out to one, and he made a clumsy attempt at teaching me how.

I put in the same effort, lying through my teeth about how much fun it was. He was dumb and hot and had nice hands, and I was ten years old and lonely. For those few hours, I'd actually given a damn about whether or not he liked me.

By the time we made it back home, I'd lost interest, and soon enough, he lost interest in Mom. I couldn't remember his name, now.

"The boat's pretty cool," I admitted, lulled by the gentle rock of the waves.