#scrgeantcawood

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Although Clare cares for Catherine, she tries hard enough to not nag her about taking pills that were unnecessary to take (it was an order though) at least until she was ready to go back to normal-- if there was such a thing. It was different having Catherine here; at home and safe, but Ryan didn’t make either guardian’s days better. A look came from the quiet sister, her hand gently plating itself on one of the eldest’s tense shoulders. “I wouldn’t tell ya ta take them if they weren’t ‘elping, Catherine. Ya know me, usually it’s the opposite situation.” Years and years she; herself have been on medication along with rehab but for now shes as clean as a brand new car. A deep breath leaves her lips, squeezing her shoulder for a moment before releasing. There was no fight about it, although if she was in Catherine’s place she’d automatically refuse as well. “Take ‘em and I’ll take Ryan ta school, ya RELAX while I’m gone, ‘lright?” 

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“Ya’re back late, I’m just makin’ pizza now- “ She recognizes the thud of their Ryan’s tiny feet rushing up the stairs, his words not exactly being heard by the brunette’s ears. After a day of relaxing (besides the odd errand), Clare decided to put her lame cooking skills to use. She wasn’t exactly perfect at attempting dinner. Her attention had been on spreading the yummy pizza sauce on the soggy dough but her sister's voice caught her to see the commotion. A quick glimpse towards the eldest was exchanged towards the doorway. 

“-- Somethin happen? Ya look like ya’ve been cryin.” Normally she’s not one to pry but if she was the next one to set Ryan and his attitude straight it wasn’t going to be pretty despite the loving heart Clare had. 

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"Can you not talk so loud?"

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Hues darted in the direction of the blonde. The youngest didn’t expect to hear the familiar voice of her sister’s at an unexpected time. Sure, Daniel and herself had been arguing but she didn’t think it was loud enough to wake Catherine from sleeping. It was instructed by their doctor that it was something mandatory that the eldest needed to do in order to get better. Although with refusal sometimes, Clare made sure Catherine was down even if she had to deal with Ryan and his unnecessary attitude, alone. Her health was more important than any sort of work and at this rate, if she had to quiet down she indeed would do so. Just by the argument it had taken energy out of herself, and soon she’d have to bring home a even louder Ryan, she was the only one available to pick him up. Yet here Daniel was, having time to argue with her. Just bloody great. Before she spoke, a little huff came from her lips.

 “Sorry, Catherine, love.”

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' i don't smoke . '

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“Then suit yar’self, Catherine. There’s plenty for me, then.” 

The shoulders of the youngest Cartwright sister, shrugged. Plucking a fag from the box, she then placed in between her lips. Digits took the lighter from her cardigan pocket to light it, flicking it open with a quick flame escaping to burn the end. Mumbling, she focused over at her for a minute. “I thought ya used to. Did somethin’ happen? Ya’re too young to have any medical problems.” 

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Besides the outburst Clare let leave her lips, she’s quiet otherwise. She could tell something hadn’t been right about today nor with Catherine, it was hard not to ask. Barely had she noticed the tears around her sister’s pale face, there was something not quite right about this. Feeling the coldness of the eldest’s hand grasp her own was bit of surprise but it was something she accepted-- Clare didn’t mind. A soft breath fled from her thin lips. Silence was most likely the best option in this joint of time. Digits flung butts of her cigarette into the bush alongside the miniature stone wall alongside where they sat. All her attention had been to her other half, her best friend. There was no way in hell that Clare would let Catherine suffer alone, even if it was something awful. 

Work had just started for both Cartwright sisters, some days resulting in not even contact until they reached their shared childhood room. To be honest, Clare missed any moment like this let alone to be with Catherine. She had thought back in the early stages of life that the two would be together forever but unfortunately it was seeming like other priorities was pulling them in opposite directions. But this moment, with how little comfort Clare was giving, she tried to do more without going too far. She hated irritating her sister in any uncomfortable situation. A little shake came from her head to clear useless and unnecessary thoughts from the young one’s head. 

Clare’s fingers lifted the familiar cigarette to her lips to let out a few puffs. Her mind was going everywhere, she wasn’t expecting this though- seeing Catherine in the backyard not looking quite her best. It hurt her. She was a priority. Ever since their parents died, Clare had been he only one for the oldest to talk in need, and when it happened she was always there-- just the opposite too. She hated prying, but it had to be done. A little curve up her lip peered upwards while speaking.

“ ’Ow was work, Catherine?”

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“Shh, Catherine! I do not have a boyfriend, stop calling him that. He's just a friend! We're going out for a flick and that's it.” 

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“ ’Ow can I cope now?  NEIL IS DEAD, Catherine. SO, don’tcha start that bullshit ‘ow. You don’t have ta do anythin’ anymore.” 

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“I’m only tryin’ ta bloody help, Catherine.” 

Words spill out of her mouth fast, a hint of concern thrown out too. Her own gaze is fixated on her sister, while a hand rubs her back (as soothingly as she can). She’s watched her run miles and miles to catch up to someone in trouble (whenever Catherine was around there was normally trouble brewing in one place or another) and yet here’s Clare not too far behind. But it takes her a moment before she speaks again, herself wiping the beginning of tears with the back of her free hand. Her own eyes peer for a moment down the same way Catherine does, noticing Ryan's bike out by the dock. "Oh shit..."