( the memory brings forth a huff of laughter and he remarks, ) Could never forget. Don't remember what the fuck I thought we'd do with a Magic Bullet in the bathroom, though. Oh well.
( there it is again, the "w" word. we. definitely a word that has different connotations now than he'd like. and he nearly opens his mouth to say something about it, interrupt this cordial little chat of theirs to say that they should cut the bullshit and be real with one another for five seconds. stop dancing around the fact that he still loves her, still wants her back, and he's certain that heather knows it.
he doesn't exactly hide it very well, in his longing glances when he sees her, baby carrier in tow, making her way up the walkway to the front door. aches to his very bones to reach out and touch her, just for a second, accidentally-on-purpose lets his fingers brush against hers when she hands off the carrier to him. watches her turn away and leave, a little bit of him dying inside every single fucking time she goes.
will bites his tongue. as much as he can, anyways. ) Yeah, I can imagine...
I mean, if you pull a complete and utter me and don't sleep at all, you can always just ... take the day off? I'm sure they'd survive a single shift without you. Don't wear yourself out completely, babe.
( will immediately feels the weight of what he's said, having slipped too easily into a conversation they could've had months ago, back when things were still good and things were still right. he covers his eyes, vaguely mortified and a little concerned that he's effectively ended the conversation, drags his hand down his face in frustration. fuck. )
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Date: 2015-02-25 08:05 am (UTC)( there it is again, the "w" word. we. definitely a word that has different connotations now than he'd like. and he nearly opens his mouth to say something about it, interrupt this cordial little chat of theirs to say that they should cut the bullshit and be real with one another for five seconds. stop dancing around the fact that he still loves her, still wants her back, and he's certain that heather knows it.
he doesn't exactly hide it very well, in his longing glances when he sees her, baby carrier in tow, making her way up the walkway to the front door. aches to his very bones to reach out and touch her, just for a second, accidentally-on-purpose lets his fingers brush against hers when she hands off the carrier to him. watches her turn away and leave, a little bit of him dying inside every single fucking time she goes.
will bites his tongue. as much as he can, anyways. ) Yeah, I can imagine...
I mean, if you pull a complete and utter me and don't sleep at all, you can always just ... take the day off? I'm sure they'd survive a single shift without you. Don't wear yourself out completely, babe.
( will immediately feels the weight of what he's said, having slipped too easily into a conversation they could've had months ago, back when things were still good and things were still right. he covers his eyes, vaguely mortified and a little concerned that he's effectively ended the conversation, drags his hand down his face in frustration. fuck. )