[ He doesn't break from her just yet. Lets her keep her Fish on a hook and draws after her, steps slow and a little staggered because fuck, fuck his head's just not feeling any better. (The whiskey would help that. But so would shoving his head against a pillow. So will the bedroom's darkness. So will - eventually - the aspirin in her hand.)
And she's back on Wallace's fish, which is a relief, because that's easier to think about, something else for his mind to wrap itself around, never mind the bottle in his hand or the thought or what it means, the thoughts that batter against his decision to try. She's a good wife. Best wife. Best Kat.
They're drawing into the bedroom now, and he pulls from her hook to shut the door, a soft soft slow motion, and that's a little better, at least, a little less like daggers in his eyes. It's a little easier to look at her now, easier to open his eyes now that the burn is gone.
The bed. He'd like to get to the bed, set the whiskey on the nightstand and wrap himself up secure, but he can manage a few thoughts, bat at the pain and search for a response to her very welcome suggestion. ]
It's performance art. Or a gallery piece? 'Bleached Tiles with Red Fish.'
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And she's back on Wallace's fish, which is a relief, because that's easier to think about, something else for his mind to wrap itself around, never mind the bottle in his hand or the thought or what it means, the thoughts that batter against his decision to try. She's a good wife. Best wife. Best Kat.
They're drawing into the bedroom now, and he pulls from her hook to shut the door, a soft soft slow motion, and that's a little better, at least, a little less like daggers in his eyes. It's a little easier to look at her now, easier to open his eyes now that the burn is gone.
The bed. He'd like to get to the bed, set the whiskey on the nightstand and wrap himself up secure, but he can manage a few thoughts, bat at the pain and search for a response to her very welcome suggestion. ]
It's performance art. Or a gallery piece? 'Bleached Tiles with Red Fish.'