wednesday 2nd september
at home
He nodded as she told him the band, rubbing his hands- or, rather, his sleeves- together awkwardly. "I'll look them up. It sounded great when you played it," he said quietly. His face was starting to ache again, and the fear was starting to morph into that constant, awful anxiety again. Had he been alone, he probably would have started drinking in the attempt to make it go away. It never worked, but that never stopped him. He'd forgotten what it was like to be around other people at home, and that gave him a mix of emotions.
"I'm sorry for abandoning you for so long," he said quietly, wanting to bite his nails but not allowing himself to. She'd probably just give out to him and get frustrated because he wasn't listening to her and... He forced himself to take a deep breath. She wasn't going to get mad. She wasn't going to get mad. They'd be fine. For now, anyway. Tomorrow was a different day.
"I'm sorry for abandoning you for so long," he said quietly, wanting to bite his nails but not allowing himself to. She'd probably just give out to him and get frustrated because he wasn't listening to her and... He forced himself to take a deep breath. She wasn't going to get mad. She wasn't going to get mad. They'd be fine. For now, anyway. Tomorrow was a different day.