zephyr
Is it okay? Your head is throbbing and your throat feels like you swallowed glass and your face alternately throbs and burns, so no, very little is okay. We're going to say that's why you scowl, and not the sudden memory of very drunkenly confronting Sam about his crush, and your uncertainty on the matter.
And now he's in your attic, where you shoved El's stuff when you couldn't bear to look at it and couldn't stand to throw it away. It's an old dusty shrine to your dead wife, and Sam's spent who knows how long in it, finding who knows what-
You swallow down panic and frustration, licking your lower lip and looking anywhere but at him. No longer saved from your emotions by the embrace of alcohol, you have no idea how to confront them.
"Don't go in there again." It comes out harsher than you'd like it to; you can hear it, wincing at your own voice. "I mean... It's messy, an' there's a lotta ol' stuff I gotta sort through. An' nails an' shit." Stuff and nails and shit. Solid recovery, Zeph.
Desperate to escape the awkward situation, you move to squeeze past Sam and head downstairs. "'m fine. Goin' for a swim. Be back after. You, uh... You need anythin'?" Gone are the smiles, the boyish laugh. By dawn's grey light you are walked off and stoic, unwilling or unable to confront the events of the night before.
And now he's in your attic, where you shoved El's stuff when you couldn't bear to look at it and couldn't stand to throw it away. It's an old dusty shrine to your dead wife, and Sam's spent who knows how long in it, finding who knows what-
You swallow down panic and frustration, licking your lower lip and looking anywhere but at him. No longer saved from your emotions by the embrace of alcohol, you have no idea how to confront them.
"Don't go in there again." It comes out harsher than you'd like it to; you can hear it, wincing at your own voice. "I mean... It's messy, an' there's a lotta ol' stuff I gotta sort through. An' nails an' shit." Stuff and nails and shit. Solid recovery, Zeph.
Desperate to escape the awkward situation, you move to squeeze past Sam and head downstairs. "'m fine. Goin' for a swim. Be back after. You, uh... You need anythin'?" Gone are the smiles, the boyish laugh. By dawn's grey light you are walked off and stoic, unwilling or unable to confront the events of the night before.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
