@wthwolves / for andrew
her apartment’s too quiet after stevie leaves and ellie immediately wants out of it. thinks of calling izzy, who would be up in a heartbeat, but she doesn’t think she can deal with the questions or izzy’s bitter anger or the conversation she will inevitably try to rope andrew into. (andrew shouldn’t be her second choice, but he is. she doesn’t want to trouble him with this or let him know that something is wrong but that’s not going to last very long, either. it never does.)
she sits in her living room with apollo at her side and feels a little numb, a little scraped raw, her throat oddly tight. it’s too late to go anywhere but a half-hour passes and she’s standing anyway, grabbing her keys and apollo’s leash and out the door they go.
she has a key to andrew’s place like he has a key to hers but she texts him anyway, on the way over, do you mind if i come over? and there’s a question immediately after that she ignores and then another and then, finally, she turns her phone off. she’ll deal with it when she gets there.
he must hear her coming, apollo bounding up the stairs because he knows where they are and ellie trying to shush him because he’s opening the door before she ever lets herself in or knocks. “i don’t want to talk about it.” she says, immediately. “so we can just –– not? for tonight?”
