Sunday: Felix Culpa
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Today he brought a book of Sudoku and a chessboard. Adelle said that Topher worked better when he was occupied. Certainly he seemed to babble less when he had something to concentrate on. Peter gave his friend a pencil and let him go at it while he fixed lunch for the two of them.
Every day was more or less like this since the explosion. Topher’s fragile mentality hadn’t put itself back together yet and Peter was starting to think it never would. The genius had good reason, after everything that happened to him. But it broke Peter’s heart seeing Topher like this. Every day he tried to reach out, to find the man he used to know. Every day his fingers fell short.
Peter fed the other man his lunch since Topher still seemed incapable of doing it himself. Only after Topher had his meal did Peter decide to eat anything. After lunch Peter broke out the chessboard and played a few games with Topher. Even as shattered as his mind was, Topher managed to win every time.
Leaving Topher alone was hard but Peter always made sure his friend had something to keep him busy. He supplied Topher with puzzles, crosswords and sometimes gave him verbal riddles to stew over. Whatever it took. And always he timed things so Topher would be ready when Peter came back.
Every night Peter would read to Topher before they slept. He only started since Topher caught him reading quietly and seemed interested in the story. After that Peter always tried to find a story to tell. The two staples when all else failed were Alice in Wonderland (Topher’s favorite) or Peter Pan (Peter’s).
“O Felix Culpa,” Topher murmured after Peter finished for the night.
“What?” Peter tilted his head to the side in confusion.
“Latin,” Topher explained as he snuggled up to sleep. “It means ‘oh fortunate fall’.” And with that said, he fell into a reasonably peaceful sleep.
Today he brought a book of Sudoku and a chessboard. Adelle said that Topher worked better when he was occupied. Certainly he seemed to babble less when he had something to concentrate on. Peter gave his friend a pencil and let him go at it while he fixed lunch for the two of them.
Every day was more or less like this since the explosion. Topher’s fragile mentality hadn’t put itself back together yet and Peter was starting to think it never would. The genius had good reason, after everything that happened to him. But it broke Peter’s heart seeing Topher like this. Every day he tried to reach out, to find the man he used to know. Every day his fingers fell short.
Peter fed the other man his lunch since Topher still seemed incapable of doing it himself. Only after Topher had his meal did Peter decide to eat anything. After lunch Peter broke out the chessboard and played a few games with Topher. Even as shattered as his mind was, Topher managed to win every time.
Leaving Topher alone was hard but Peter always made sure his friend had something to keep him busy. He supplied Topher with puzzles, crosswords and sometimes gave him verbal riddles to stew over. Whatever it took. And always he timed things so Topher would be ready when Peter came back.
Every night Peter would read to Topher before they slept. He only started since Topher caught him reading quietly and seemed interested in the story. After that Peter always tried to find a story to tell. The two staples when all else failed were Alice in Wonderland (Topher’s favorite) or Peter Pan (Peter’s).
“O Felix Culpa,” Topher murmured after Peter finished for the night.
“What?” Peter tilted his head to the side in confusion.
“Latin,” Topher explained as he snuggled up to sleep. “It means ‘oh fortunate fall’.” And with that said, he fell into a reasonably peaceful sleep.