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[ruthellerymd]

@thexcarrollxtimes (oscar)

"you're in charge." she held her hands up as though she was admitting defeat, and not a guest that had been invited over. ruth wasn't opposed to learning to grill. but, she could also handily put it on her list of not an expert. alongside every other cooking skill that one might need. so, even if she wanted to help, it would still be up to oscar.

maybe that was the point. some people took out stitches, other people made dinner. although, she'd always had the impression that he could do much more than that. "although, i did bring..." she glanced at the sick pack of cans that she had purchased. the logo had called to her in the store, the only metric that ever mattered when grocery shopping. "blueberry lemonade shandy. it's mostly beer."

[ruthellerymd]

@thexcarrollxtimes (oscar)

the gym was always quiet this early in the morning. she'd come to like the peace, having the first pick of the machines, taking the time for herself even in this small way. training had toned down, but she was still in the habit of making sure to keep herself on a schedule. and, as a part of that schedule, she had her workout friend.

she took her headphones off, "how are you doing?" she hadn't seen him since the carnival. then again, it felt like the whole town had been turned upside-down— needing to rebuild, needing some stability. most importantly, needing healing, as she clarified: "how's your arm?"