like you like me || cody + cambie
@codyxmoon:
{He nods his agreement, barely even registering her touch as he stands up. Shards of glass crunch beneath their feet but Cody’s too out of it to register just how much of a mess he’s made with the mirror. He doesn’t even realise they’re crossing the library - legs moving of their own accord, shaky footsteps following Cambie across the carpet and towards the front desk.}
I- I think I’d like that.
{Maybe he can talk to her. Maybe it won’t be as bad as he’s always pictured it. Maybe she’ll understand and help, and he won’t end up regretting ever opening his mouth. Her promise not to talk to either of them solidifies his decision and it’s with a small wince that he takes a seat at the edge of the desk, cut up hands resting flat on his knees.}
I’ve never done this before.. Talked to someone. Not since I was a kid and they told me I had ADD, which makes sitting down and talking kinda hard. I did some stupid art therapy thing once, but I don’t think a few pens and paper are gonna cover it this time..
[As Cody talks about never having really talked to anyone before properly, she reaches under the desk for the first aid kit and rubs sanitiser gel into her hands before pulling a pair of disposable gloves. She gets it; maybe more than he expects. But Cambie understands what it’s like to be the optimistic one, to be the shoulder to cry on. Everyone gets so used to you being the strong one that you end up scared of admitting your darker moments, in case they think less of you for it.]
Well, I’m not an art therapist. Or any sort of therapist, for that matter. So, no pressure. You can tell me what you want, at whatever pace you want. [She smiles, still talking as she takes one of his hands carefully in hers and pulls a shard of glass from his skin with the tweezers she’d found in the first aid kit. Hopefully if they keep talking, he’ll not notice the stinging too much.]