[ She is not going to cry. He's drunk and she can't put that on him, he's drunk and he made desperately-needed friends and sure, she kind of took that away from him. And he kept talking about his parrot, and there's a doodle of a parrot, and he has the fucking mindset of a kid when he's this drunk.
But if he had gotten in that car, if they'd all been drinking (a variable she can't verify), what if.
What if.
God, what if she lost him.
That gripping panic she felt, stranded several towns over while she waited for the train, starts to creep back over her, and she nuzzles him back - to hide the crying. To bury her face against his neck and stay quiet until it passes. From there, her voice comes muffled and thick, a little unsteady. ]
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But if he had gotten in that car, if they'd all been drinking (a variable she can't verify), what if.
What if.
God, what if she lost him.
That gripping panic she felt, stranded several towns over while she waited for the train, starts to creep back over her, and she nuzzles him back - to hide the crying. To bury her face against his neck and stay quiet until it passes. From there, her voice comes muffled and thick, a little unsteady. ]
Missed you, too, Fish.