PHOEBE
She smiled a little, glad he liked the idea of using the bag of quilt fill to take out his aggression on. "Okay well I can pull it out for you. Just...let me know if the bag breaks or something." she said with a light laugh. Then for a time she fell silent, this time in a more comfortable manner. As they neared the clinic though, an idea struck. "Follow me." she said, tugging lightly on his hand to lead him to the back. They walked through the row of neat herb gardens to her shed out back. It had some tools and supplies, but was fairly sizable. "What if we turned this into a little...you space? We could hang a punching bag from the rafters and whatever else you'd like. So when you get really angry you can blow off some steam out here and then come back in and talk about it if you want when you're more calm?"
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
