his eyes sting and will squeezes them shut, staves off any strong emotions that threaten to swell up and overtake him, swallows the lump in his throat and exhales deeply into the receiver. he can't afford to not get his shit together, already tiptoeing that thin line of what's okay and what isn't with heather like it's some damn sobriety test. will's balance has never been anything less than shitty.
heather's voice is so sad, so clear over the phone that he nearly breaks. instead, he just holds that bundle of blankets closer to his chest, squeezes it tightly with knees curling inwards as though his life depends on it. allows her words to settle over him. it's all but impossible to think of what he can -- what he should say to her.
and still, it's hard not to linger on the whats and the whys of this conversation to begin with. after a drawn out silence, will finally manages: ) I know it's been rough but things are--
Things are okay, right? You're okay there?
( she's never really shown any indication, at least to his oblivious ass, of anything wrong between her and her new boyfriend. after all, he isn't sure if she would move in with the guy otherwise. will would rather drown guzzling a bottle of jack daniels and die instantaneously before giving the allegedly happy couple his blessing, but ...
at the end of the day, heather -- her wellbeing, her happiness -- means more to him than the heart-shattering pain it causes him. )
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Date: 2015-03-03 08:42 am (UTC)his eyes sting and will squeezes them shut, staves off any strong emotions that threaten to swell up and overtake him, swallows the lump in his throat and exhales deeply into the receiver. he can't afford to not get his shit together, already tiptoeing that thin line of what's okay and what isn't with heather like it's some damn sobriety test. will's balance has never been anything less than shitty.
heather's voice is so sad, so clear over the phone that he nearly breaks. instead, he just holds that bundle of blankets closer to his chest, squeezes it tightly with knees curling inwards as though his life depends on it. allows her words to settle over him. it's all but impossible to think of what he can -- what he should say to her.
and still, it's hard not to linger on the whats and the whys of this conversation to begin with. after a drawn out silence, will finally manages: ) I know it's been rough but things are--
Things are okay, right? You're okay there?
( she's never really shown any indication, at least to his oblivious ass, of anything wrong between her and her new boyfriend. after all, he isn't sure if she would move in with the guy otherwise. will would rather drown guzzling a bottle of jack daniels and die instantaneously before giving the allegedly happy couple his blessing, but ...
at the end of the day, heather -- her wellbeing, her happiness -- means more to him than the heart-shattering pain it causes him. )