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โ No, โ he says quickly, shaking his head, โ no. I've only done it a couple of times. At parties and stuff. Never done anything else either. Don't wanna. โ
This is far from his first exposure to drugs. Russian party culture, at least in the high ranks with which he was forced to associate, was rife with things like cocaine and crystal methโ far scarier substances than a little bit of pot in the comfort of Henry's brother's trailer. He's never felt compelled to dabble with it, nor report it; to him, it was just a thing that happened, and people who intended to use were going to get their hands on it regardless of whether he had something to say about it or not.
I truly don't care. I just don't want that shit in my body.
โ ...but I was telling Hale about it. I let it slip by accident, and I thought he'd be mad but he just seemed intrigued. He poked me about my experience a little bit. Seemed to be trying to figure something out. Eventually he asked if I liked it and I said that it was fine, that I wasn't really bothered one way or the other, and he kind of... looked down and breathed out a sigh of relief. So obviously I asked what the fuck that was about and he told me somethingโ really fucked up, and I can't stop thinking about itโ โ
๐ฅ โธป She can't help a sigh of her own. Addiction is a very dangerous beast; she, as someone who was raised to distribute when Alex Dayze kicked the bucket, would know that better than most. With all Isaac has going on in his life at the moment, an unhealthy relationship with drugs of any class is not something he needs.
โ Okay. Good. Thank fuck. Alrightโ โ May stops talking, a hand resting over her chest. Only in the aftermath of relief does she become aware of how fast her heart was beating. Somewhere along the way, she really has developed somewhat of a maternal instinct. He's 19, 20 in four months, yet she views him as a kid. Her kid. โ Good. Don'tโ don't fuck with addiction, alright? It'll screw your life up all the more. โ
Isaac's tone is truly beginning to worry her, though. Such clumsy grief is reserved only for feelings of genuine terror. Whatever Doctor Hale had told him has clearly struck a chord in himโ one that is seldom played at all.
โ Hey. Tell me, okay? Whatever it is, I can deal. I don't want you to hide shit from me. โ
โคย โธป Does he want to talk about it? That's the age-old question, the one that makes him want to shrink inside of himself and disappear. Therapy has been especially difficult because of this aversion to being honest about his true feelings. He often winds up with Hale's cat in his lap, anxiously stroking its back as he tries to string sentences together for a gruelling forty minutes.
Isaac picks at a loose thread at the bottom of his hoodie, lower lip caught between his teeth. After what feels like a lifetime, he dares to speak: โ ...are you gonna be mad at me if I admit I've smoked pot? โ
Because there are a lot of things he can handle, but after everything they've been through, May's disappointment isn't one of them.
๐ฅ โธป His question, in all honesty, wounds her; not because he intended to, but because she's reminded of how little he truly knows of the world in moments like this. Having been forced to live such a sheltered, confined life, to the point he thinks that smoking a little weed is a punishable offence... it'd be laughable if not for how damn sad it makes her.
โ Fuck, no. No, it's... that's not a big deal, Isaac. โ Even so, she knows to practise some caution that she typically wouldn't. He's more impressionable than he lets on, and she doesn't want to be responsible for his slippery descent into an actual addiction. Weed is relatively harmless until it becomes a necessity to smoke it; that's when the trouble starts. โ I mean, every now and then is fine. You don't wanna be making it a habit. Too expensive. Too stupid, too. โ She looks at him then, slight worry arching her brow. โ ... it's not a habit, right? โ
โคย โธป May is about the only person that he can stand to talk to openlyโ but even she is someone he doesn't know if he can dump whatever the fuck he just learned on. He's upset, first and foremost; as if his life could get any more sad.
โ Nothing, โ he says tightly, tugging his coat tighter around himself as he makes a beeline for his bedroom door. His hand rests on the knobโ and then he falls still, jaw clenched and knuckles white. After a prolonged silence, he lets go and moves to sit on the couch with her; close but not too close. โ ...therapy was really fucking hard today. โ
๐ฅ โธป It hurts to see him in such a state. Isaac has always been such a hard kid, stone-faced and full of palpable aggression. In a way, he reminds her of how she used to be as a young girlโ and it's precisely because of that that she knows him to be soft inside. He's already proven that he's so much more gentle than his training has made him out to be. Things bother him, just like they bother everyone else.
โ Yeah? โ She makes sure her voice isn't too syrupy when she addresses him. It'll piss him off if she tries to coddle. โ Do you wanna talk about it? โ
While she's glad he has Hale to confide in now, she knows that he treats it with a certain level of emotional disconnect; like business. What he needs now is a confidant.
The way Otto calls May 'Mayzey Dayzey' and it makes her seethe with rageโ
๐ฅ โธป Issac has come home from his appointments with Hale tired or even angry before, but his pale-faced look as he walks through the front door is unlike anything she's seen previously. It sees her straightening up in her spot on the couch, her brows suitably furrowed.
โ Hey. โ By now, she's well-trained in the art of expressing herself to him; her voice a tempered hybrid of concerned and aloof. โ What happened? You look like a fucking ghost right now. โ / @2dayze
me hopping back on that blog just to write two/may content...........? yes.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย JUST LET ME SUFFER ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย SUFFER IN PEACE.
[ DUAL OCS written by KILLJOY. Exploring themes of overcoming trauma, tight knit communities preserving generational secrets, the veil between our world and the next and unlikely friendships. ] ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย RULES | ABOUT
Howdy, friends!
Really vibing with @apostating right now, catch me over there (they're new!)
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ I don't give a fuck about you anyway. โ
PROMPTS FOR BEST FRIENDS FOREVER * ย adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal action prompts
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
i never want to know a life without you.
you're a great friend to me.
you mean a lot to me. i hope you know that.
what would i do without you?
don't make me sit on you.
we have too many inside jokes.
i really missed you.
i'm here for you, no matter what.
you can count on me.
wanna hear a dad joke?
you left this at my house.
whatever you need, i'll do it.
that's what best friends are for.
we're friends, right? friends look out for each other.
they thought we were siblings! honestly, i don't blame them.
i really need a friend right now.
could you please come over?
stop making me laugh!
i wouldn't be able to survive this without you.
you can lean on me. i'll be there for you.
i won't just abandon you.
we've been friends for years.
why don't you come over tonight?
let's get a bite to eat. i'm starving.
last one there's a rotten egg!
i call shotgun!
move over! i'm coming in!
you know... you're my best friend.
i trust you more than anyone else.
do you pinky promise?
if you don't stop, i'll tickle you.
i'll bring the snacks!
let's sit at our favorite table.
i've known you since i was five!
they literally can't separate us.
i don't think they've ever seen us apart.
will you be at my wedding?
let's do this together.
of course i remember our handshake.
i don't know how to function if you're not there.
you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for.
do you remember how we met?
stop messing up my hair!
honey, i'm home!
this is basically your house, too.
i really need your help.
i'll be a shoulder to cry on.
if anyone hurts you, they have to answer to me.
you have to carry on without me.
we can do this.
you're the only person who ever really believed in me.
ACTION PROMPTS
[ handshake ] sender and receiver perform their signature best friend handshake
[ pinky ] sender makes receiver pinky promise
[ steal ] sender steals a piece of clothing (like a hat) from receiver and puts it on
[ cheers ] sender and receiver lift their drink glasses in a celebratory toast
[ game ] sender challenges receiver to a board game
[ laughing fit ] sender and receiver end up in a hysterical laughing fit at a joke the sender made
[ keep away ] sender steals an item from receiver and plays keep away with them, holding it too far from their reach
[ splash ] while swimming together, sender splashes receiver
[ club ] sender and receiver go bar-hopping
[ movie night ] sender and receiver have a movie night complete with snacks, blankets, and lots of pillows
[ console ] sender is deeply distraught, so receiver comforts them
[ cuddle ] sender and receiver cuddle
[ sleep ] sender and receiver fall asleep together
[ toss ] sender keeps tossing items at receiver to get their attention
[ reach ] sender is about to fall to their death, and receiver reaches just in time to catch their hand and save them
[ tent ] sender and receiver attempt to pitch a tent together
[ rescue ] in a dramatic turn of events, receiver shows up in the nick of time to save sender's life
[ costume ] sender and receiver wear matching costumes to an event
[ pillow ] sender and receiver have a pillow fight
[ hobby ] sender and receiver enjoy their favorite hobby together
[ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride
[ treehouse ] sender and receiver hang out in a treehouse
[ notes ] sender and receiver pass secret notes to each other
[ fast food ] sender and receiver visit a fast food restaurant to grab a bite to eat
[ risk ] sender puts their life on the line to protect receiver
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ That was so hot of him to be honest. Can't be mad. โ
Sorry for the slow activity on here, fellas! I'm still pooling resources together for my girl, and Henry still has me in a damn chokehold! Stuff'll come as I polish off more materials for her, and just thank you for your patience. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .
It hollows out hearts and infects logic, its dark stain left on everything it touches. Nancy knows May means well โ knows the other is just trying to help โ but right now? Nancyโs angry.
( Though entirely with herself. )
Do more. Do better.
โย What do you think Iโve been doing, exactly?ย โ Sheโs grateful for the size of the bench, her knees drawn to her chest and held steady. Itโs a position she hates being in, but thereโs a comfort in being held โ even if only by herself.ย
โ Ever since we got taken to that lab, Iโve been trying. โ When Henry had given up after their first failed escape, Nancy kept fighting for both of them. Had to, because she at least owed him that after failing him so terribly; she was ready to die before letting those lab fuck-heads win.
โ Iโve never stopped trying to show him alternate moves, or paths, or ideas, or whatever you want to call them. And fuck, Iโve always been there if he wanted to talk. โ The problem is, Henry hasnโt wanted to talk as of late โ is pushing her away just as he had when heโd first returned, and the pain of it scalds.ย
Itโs good for people to be focused on him, though; it means no one will notice that sheโs ripping apart.
Fighting alone has been achingly lonely.
โ I know Marty cares about him. He might show things in different ways, but itโs obvious. Henry interests him, and Iโm glad for it โ he deserves to have more people around who give a shit. โ In truth, thatโs the very least Henry deserves, but itโs a start. โ Iโll talk to him when he wakes up. โ Thereโs moisture blinked from Nancyโs eyes as her chin hits her knees, the world suddenly feeling all too heavy.ย
Their life was never supposed to end up this way โ and Nancy would give anything to go back in time and fix it. Maybe they should have run away as kids.
โ Iโm sorry. Iโm not angry at you, and I donโt mean to sound like an ungrateful asshole.ย โ It isnโt fair to take out her frustrations on May; the other's been nothing but kind, her humor often a lifesaver on its own. โ Iโm just...so fucking scared. โ And thatโs the crux of it, isnโt it? Her fear of losing the one person she loves most in the world.ย
โ Heโs just so fucking good, May. โ Thereโs a break in Nancyโs voice as she speaks, her reddened face momentarily buried into her lap. โ Henry's the best person I've ever known. Heโs always cared so much about everyone, and he didnโt want to kill anyone else โ he just wanted to be left alone. โ
Yet the world isnโt fair, and neither of them had been left alone. โ I can take over for Marty now, if you guys are ready to go. โ
She canโt imagine itโs been an easy day for either of them, and with a rapid inhale, Nancyโs sitting up and wiping beneath her eyes. โ Iโm alright, now. โ She has to be.
โ You know, I canโt ever thank you enough for coming here to check on him. I donโt know what would have happened if you hadnโt. โย
Because even the thought of finding him spread out and lifeless over the rocks is enough to fill her mouth with bile.
โ I owe you one, definitely.ย โ
- ย ฬฬย โย ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ย ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญย ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ย ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐กย ๐ข๐งย ๐ญ๐ก๐ย ๐ฐ๐๐ค๐ย ๐จ๐ย ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐กย ๐ย ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ,ย May understands the inherent benefit of letting people vent their frustrations honestly. Though it doesnโt take much to spark her own spitfire fuse, youโd be hard-pressed to find a situation in which she favours pleasantry over open communication. She doesnโt need Nancy to be nice; sheโs grown up in a world where letting people in is the same as handing an enemy a loaded gun.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Thatโs why she doesnโt flinch โ and why the eventual apology she receives is equally as worthless.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ Whatโre you sorry for? Being pissed off? Upset? โ Her head inclines, eyes on the darkening sky above. It feels as if the sun stays longer in the Ozarks than anywhere else in the worldโ as if it takes a year for the rays to greet the horizonโs edge. May has no strong opinion on heat one way or the other; though uncomfortable, she canโt say the darkness offers too much solace. In fact, thatโs when most of the worldโs troublemakers arise and start causing problems.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The rooster crows at dawn, but itโs the Devil that announces the night.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ Donโt worry about it. Itโs good to get it all out. And yโknow, maybe this is the start of him getting it all out, too. Maybe this had to happen. โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Far be it for her to suggest that everything happens for a reason, but even she can see that Henry is holding parts of himself hostage. Though unpleasant, this crescendo of stress might be just what he needs to actually start talking again.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ We can stay if you like. Ruthโs taken over for tonight anyway. โ Originally, sheโd told Marty to stay at the casino, keep on pressing forward with the efforts to flush money, but in the end his concern had won out and Ruth had been thrust into the pilotโs seat. Itโs far from the first time sheโs been at the helm of an operation; indeed, she wouldnโt be working with Marty at all if she really was the dumb redneck that she's known to be. โ But if youโd like us to head out so you guys can have some space, we can go. Itโs up to you. Either way, weโre free. โ
๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Yet in truth, Nancy's grateful for it; trying to be strong for both Henry and herself over the past few weeks has been unbelievably painful. To have someone beside her who can, to a point, understand what she's going through? It means more than any words could ever describe.ย
โ He wanted to die. โ It's admitted softly, Nancy's eyes still on the darkening sky. May had opened up, and while small tidbits have been exchanged between them before, Nancy had never really explained what had occurred before Henry and herself left Hawkins.ย โ That was his plan: to help my friends and I with the monsters, to make sure the portals were shut, and then โ he planned to die.ย โ This is difficult to speak about, but it's a story that deserves to be told. Their story.ย โ You know, when we were kids, we were inseparable; we had matching plushies, we'd defend each other from idiots, and we even had a backyard wedding. โ And that memory makes her laugh, though it's a sad, hollow thing.ย โ Some kid pushed me one day, and Henry lost it. He was going to kill him, May, but he stopped when he saw me cry.ย โ And god, she's grateful Henry can't see her cry now.
ย ย ย ย ย Stop crying, dear. It'll be alright.
How?
ย ย ย ย ย ย You should have let the Demo get me, Henry. Then youโd be out of here, just like you wanted. ย ย ย ย ย ย Don't say that. Don't you say that.
โ I loved him more than anyone in the world, May. He's the only one who would everย listen, you know?ย I hated my house because no one ever saw me, but he did. And then one day...he brought me to the Lab. And I learned later that Brenner asked him to hurt me, with his powers. He didn't, and we left so fast, and soon after...he disappeared.ย โ His disappearance still aches, even after all this time.ย
โ His mother told me he killed himself.ย โ Her nails are biting even deeper into her skin, tiny spots of blood peeking through the fabric of her skirt.ย โ But he was trapped in that damn lab, and when he got out, he tried so hard to push me away. And of course I confronted him, eventually. Told him that if he loved me, I wanted him to show me. And...he kissed me.ย โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย You can't say you love me unless you mean it. Show me. ย ย ย ย ย ย You're so damn stubborn. You haven't changed a bit. God damn it, Nancy. Damn it.
โย So here we are.ย โ Trying to find their way when neither had really planned for a future; at least, not one like this.ย โย And now you know.ย โ
- ย ฬฬย โย ๐๐ก๐ย ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ฌย ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ.ย If she was a more affectionate person, sheโd have offered her a hug; as such, she isnโt, and has never been, and so she wonโt start now. Sheโs still learning how to be that way.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ Well, it sounds like he cares for you a great deal, โ May says after a solid drink. The bottle sheโd originally brought for Nancy is now almost drained. Funny how easily it goes down when sheโs in need of cleansing. Nothing upsets her quite like brushes with the past. โ Itโs clouded right now, but itโs still evident. Heโd have jumped if he truly didnโt give a shit. Youโd be fishing what was left of him off of the rocks for the next few days. Iโve seen it. โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย She wonโt pretend to understand his circumstances, nor the weight of having the amount of lives on oneโs shoulders that he does, but May knows a little bit about the guilt surrounding taking human lives. Lawrence Bordot was a man that deserved a knife in the liver, and still he haunts her dreams. Once you sink your fangs into the essence of a human life, itโs impossible to take it back.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย And when that amount enters what she can only assume is triple digitsโฆ well, no wonder heโs lost himself a little bit.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ โฆMartyโs not exactly well-versed in making room for emotions, but heโs worried too. It just might not materialise for him like it does for you. โkay? Henryโs safe in there with him watching over him. โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Heโd asked not to be left alone if he agreed to take the sleep agent, and while heโll never be any the wiser if nobody is to say anything, a promise is still a promise. When May had felt the need to step outside and talk to Nancy, sheโd asked someone to take over the responsibility. Scoutโs Honour and all that.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ So, whatโs next? Youโve gotta show him that thereโre moves he can make that donโt involve throwing himself into the fucking abyss, Nance. Iโm not gonna act like I understand his unique position, but he must be feeling pretty shittyโ bothersomeโ if he thinks killing himself is gonna make things better for everyone around him. What can we do? Maybe he needs more work. Or maybe he just needs to fucking talk to you. โ
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Several stops are needed in order to calm Nancy's frazzled nerves, the weight in her chest both corrosive and heavy. Such a sensation renders her eyes permanently wet, and while she eventually makes it back to the Ozarks, it doesn't feel like an accomplishment.ย
The sun is setting, and for that she's grateful; it'll help disguise just howย terribleย her condition is, face slick with sweat and curls clinging to the pale, clammy skin of her forehead.ย
โ Hey. โ Nancy's greeting is devoid of its usual luminance, each step towards May feeling more difficult than the next. Still, it's only a few moments before she's taking a seat beside the other, the offered beer regarded and acknowledged with a small shake of her head.ย โ Okay...okay, sleep is good.ย โย
What isn't good is May's next confession, Nancy's wince one she's unable to contain.ย Shit.
It's been years since she's seen the bloody aftermath of Henry's depression; while she's seen the scars, patching him up isn't something she's needed to do since childhood. To know he was hurting so badly has her expression contorting with visceral pain, the sharp ends of Nancy's nails biting harshly into her thigh.
The thigh she wants so badly to rip up with her razor.
Not the time. Later.
โ It doesn't matter.ย โ It's said in earnest, as it's something she truly believes; how the fuck could it matter howย sheย is when it's Henry who had been sitting on the edge of a cliff, bleeding and feeling so terribly alone? Like he'd ruined everything? Like his death would make things better? โ Shit, just...thank you for coming to see him. I didn't...god, I didn't know this was a possibility today, or I'd never have taken that job.ย โ There's no way she could have known, in truth; his mood has been this way for weeks, and while Nancy has tried her damndest to help, it obviously hasn't been anywhere near enough.ย โ You and Marty saved his life.ย โ She's sure of this, wet blue eyes flitting from May's face to the darkening sky.ย โ I'm sorry. I know it was probably hard for you and Marty, and I'm just...grateful. I'm glad you both could be here.ย โ
Because she hadn't been.
โ Do you need anything? Can I do anything for you, or Marty, or...ย โ Anything. Anything to take her mind away from how helpless she feels.
- ย ฬฬย โ ย โ It matters, โ May speedily reiterates. She knows what itโs like to feel as if sheโs fading away from the momentโ as if her being there is irrelevant to the way things play out. Nancy doesnโt need to feel that way in regards to her own lover. โ Heโs not the only one with feelings. It matters. 'n' don't worry about meโ Marty brought me coffee. โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย In truth, Henryโs condition is something sheโs incredibly worried about. She doesnโt know him nearly as deeply as Nancy doesnโt, canโt boast the same bond that she can, but she knows whatโs โrightโ and what isnโt in relation to his disposition. Heโs a calm, mild person by nature, but not emotionless; these past few weeks, itโs as if sheโs been talking to somebody who looks like him, walks like him, speaks with his voice, but isnโt him. A mimic of some sort. A robotic imposter.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย As ugly as his sobs had been, May couldnโt help but feel relieved to hear them. She knows that whatever was keeping him distant has finally splintered. Maybe now marks the start of his return to normalcy, as painful as it had been to get there.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ I donโt think he wouldโve jumped, โ May says, her voice only slightly uncertain. โ He wanted to, I think, but he was thinking about you. He really justโฆ broke, up there. โ A contemplative look has taken over her face; an uncharacteristic seriousness etched into her features as she plucks the untouched beer from the bench and flips its cap, taking a long, damning drink. She needs it after the whirlwind thatโs consumed them all tonight. โ Yโknow, Iโฆ one of my friends is an anxious mess. He has these crazy blowouts on occasion. Panic episodes, tears, the whole shitshow. It kinda reminded me of something like that. โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย There isnโt enough alcohol in the world to deal with the image of somebody as stoic as Henry Creel crying his eyes out.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ Iโm sorry about all this. What the fuck even happened? Is heโฆ gonna be okay? โ
- ย ฬฬย โ ย Toย sayย thatย thisย nightย hadย takenย anย unexpectedย turnย isย theย understatementย ofย theย century.ย Nevertheless, if she can be there for either Henry or @wheelxr after the shitstorm theyโve run from, she will.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Henry had cried like a baby on that cliff edge. The last time she held somebody that tightly was in the summer of โ17, when she and Doctor Hale had said adios to that horrific place back in Indiana. She does well not to think about it, though seeing Henry inevitably brings it back up. She still hasnโt told the doctor that heโs in townโ that for some reason, the universe keeps insisting on forcing them all together.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Like if the red string of fate was actually a spiderโs web.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ Hey. โ She puts a bottle of beer between them, nudging it towards her as they sit on the nearby bench together. โ Henryโs asleep. I convinced him to take Martyโs stuff. โ There had been some resistanceโ some obvious distrustโ but eventually, the need to switch off had won out. Now, heโs ensnared in a deep slumber that, on an average day, he can only long for; corpse-like, save for the deep, even breaths that carry him through the night. โ I bandaged him up before you got here. His armโs pretty badly scratched up. But heโs gonna be okay. โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย She looks at her then, though makes no effort to diminish the gap between them.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ โฆhowโre you? โ May is far from stupid; she knows the answer ranges from anywhere between not great and astronomically terrible, but sometimes the only way to get somebody talking is to ask an obvious question. โ Probably not how you envisioned your night going, huh? โ