The fact that Ricky could tell Gale was all the more better when he started to hold Martin made the fisherman smile, and was even better was that same look Ricky expected Gale to have when the Godfather managed to hold the boy knowing that he was part of the family. It was the same look Ricky had too when he first held Martin, a sense of pride in knowing that the child was a part of you.
Though Gale wasn't physically the one to produce Martin, he still had that strong sense of connection that would build. The feeling of family in which he would definitely need in time, given that Gale had already been through a lot within the whole year. They all have in fact. Yet with the way things were changing, and at a rapid pace no less, it was high time Ricky made sure he took care of his family first. Gale was indeed part of that family too, so it was only natural the fisherman sought to learn more and care about his close friend.
"Sounds like ya 'ave." Ricky agreed once Gale brought up the fact he'd had quite a night, though he'd still yet to reveal just what exactly the night entailed considering it involved getting a mark. Which reminded Ricky, as he took a seat next to Gale, there was that other mark that resided on his sternum too. One that looked much different compared to the other Gale had, and one that Ricky might've had an incline about too now that he thought back to the end of summer.
The grave. Two graves as it would be now, both man made no less. As Ricky thought about how he had to bury Kendhl for Gale, his mind went on to the other headstone that'd been carved. It was somebody Gale had to know, somebody that he cared about and preferred to keep a secret. "Gale..." Ricky's eyes were on Martin as he started the topic, afraid that he might indeed strike another nerve with his best friend upon bringing this topic to light.
"When ye 'ad me go back t' de pass t'..." The words stopped coming, as if Ricky stumbled or choked on them when he realized what he was about to say. "Up dere was..." Another pause. Damn how hard this was, it was almost as if he were attempting to punch a hole in a brick wall. "Who else did yew know dat rests up der Gale?" Finally something more appropriate to say, or better yet ask as the words didn't seem so blunt. Ricky made sure that he looked at Gale in the eyes when the question was asked, a genuinely sincere look cast along so the artist would understand that it was only an innocent question of curiosity.
Though Gale wasn't physically the one to produce Martin, he still had that strong sense of connection that would build. The feeling of family in which he would definitely need in time, given that Gale had already been through a lot within the whole year. They all have in fact. Yet with the way things were changing, and at a rapid pace no less, it was high time Ricky made sure he took care of his family first. Gale was indeed part of that family too, so it was only natural the fisherman sought to learn more and care about his close friend.
"Sounds like ya 'ave." Ricky agreed once Gale brought up the fact he'd had quite a night, though he'd still yet to reveal just what exactly the night entailed considering it involved getting a mark. Which reminded Ricky, as he took a seat next to Gale, there was that other mark that resided on his sternum too. One that looked much different compared to the other Gale had, and one that Ricky might've had an incline about too now that he thought back to the end of summer.
The grave. Two graves as it would be now, both man made no less. As Ricky thought about how he had to bury Kendhl for Gale, his mind went on to the other headstone that'd been carved. It was somebody Gale had to know, somebody that he cared about and preferred to keep a secret. "Gale..." Ricky's eyes were on Martin as he started the topic, afraid that he might indeed strike another nerve with his best friend upon bringing this topic to light.
"When ye 'ad me go back t' de pass t'..." The words stopped coming, as if Ricky stumbled or choked on them when he realized what he was about to say. "Up dere was..." Another pause. Damn how hard this was, it was almost as if he were attempting to punch a hole in a brick wall. "Who else did yew know dat rests up der Gale?" Finally something more appropriate to say, or better yet ask as the words didn't seem so blunt. Ricky made sure that he looked at Gale in the eyes when the question was asked, a genuinely sincere look cast along so the artist would understand that it was only an innocent question of curiosity.
