Apr 10, 2020
( @rosasamuels )
There’d been a knot in Ducky’s stomach ever since the basketball game - and it grew and grew and grew, until he’d practically been left unable to eat. It was dramatic - he knew this, but it knowing hadn’t stopped the stinging, even when he’d gone home with Clem - even the days after. Even when he’d thrown himself into studying and dealing and avoiding everywhere where the two of them could be - and even now, almost head-on colliding with Rosa in the Noland hallway. Stinging. Stung. “Hey,” Ducky found himself saying after far too long of a silence, standing there with too many thoughts on how to proceed, “How - how’ve you been? With uh - everything.”
