“You say something?” I asked.
“I said you can check on me in person, if you want.” The words were kind, but the look in his eyes wasn’t.
“Stop bugging me.”
His stare reminded me of Bitch.
Ouch.
So is this just a product of having just been through some shit, or is he going to be permanently like this?
Does he blame her for some reason? I mean I’ve expected her to blame herself, but him blaming her would be a whole other beast. And if he expresses it to her face, that’s gonna hit her like a ton of bricks that she frankly doesn’t have the carry capacity for right now.
“Okay,” I replied, feeling dumb. I’d come to do that anyways, hadn’t I?
And now I didn’t know what to do with myself. I hadn’t mentally prepared or planned for this conversation.
Oops.
I stood there, feeling an impending panic as I tried to think of what to say.
I couldn’t ask if he was alright. That might be the last reminder he wanted, in much the same way that I’d been trying to avoid dwelling on my own anxieties and worries.
…I suppose so.
Could I approach closer, or would that bother him? If I left, would I be abandoning him?
It sounds like you’re best off staying put.
“Keep me company?” he asked.
Oh, thank you, Brian.
Taylor and I both needed to hear that.
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