He didn't ask for her help. She doesn't get to unilaterally make this decision for him. If he wants to quit - not just the drinking, but the job, this fucking city - he needs to make the choice.
She's not Tricia. She's not his brothers, either. She's not going to force him to do this.
One hand strokes back through, over his hair, comforting while giving her a heartbeat to form a reply. ]
I'm not going to stop you. [ Tacitly, implicitly, neither is she going to help. ] But I don't think you need it. I think you can hold on for a little while without it.
[ Katrina pulls away a little, backing away from him towards the bedroom; there's an invitation, a welcome in that movement, without demand or reproach. It's his choice.
And she won't let herself be disappointed if he can't manage it. ]
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He didn't ask for her help. She doesn't get to unilaterally make this decision for him. If he wants to quit - not just the drinking, but the job, this fucking city - he needs to make the choice.
She's not Tricia. She's not his brothers, either. She's not going to force him to do this.
One hand strokes back through, over his hair, comforting while giving her a heartbeat to form a reply. ]
I'm not going to stop you. [ Tacitly, implicitly, neither is she going to help. ] But I don't think you need it. I think you can hold on for a little while without it.
[ Katrina pulls away a little, backing away from him towards the bedroom; there's an invitation, a welcome in that movement, without demand or reproach. It's his choice.
And she won't let herself be disappointed if he can't manage it. ]