While he's gone, Alex sits and drinks her tea, eyes sharp on the room, taking in all the strangeness it has to offer.
Is this a place she could spend the rest of her existence? If he goes back to Fenchurch and doesn't come back, how long does she wait for him? How long before she can move on properly? Will the Bar even let her move on properly? Will Heaven, or Nelson, or whoever's in charge of such things, even let her?
She nibbles at a piece of toast, not even tasting it. Too many questions. Too many unknowns.
And then there's the two of them. She's not sure what he wants from her, other than the obvious. And even that's not obvious, is it? It's early days yet, but it feels to her like something far more than just the basics. And what did he mean by saying he was staying until she was 'all right'?
How do they define 'all right'? She can make a good show of it, stiff upper lip and all that rot, but if he's leaving again, she knows she won't be 'all right' until he's back again. And if he never comes back, well...
She refills her mug for the umpteenth time and wishes he would come back and save her from her own head. Drinking something stronger than tea is very much on the agenda if it doesn't calm down and let her just breathe for a bit.
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Is this a place she could spend the rest of her existence? If he goes back to Fenchurch and doesn't come back, how long does she wait for him? How long before she can move on properly? Will the Bar even let her move on properly? Will Heaven, or Nelson, or whoever's in charge of such things, even let her?
She nibbles at a piece of toast, not even tasting it. Too many questions. Too many unknowns.
And then there's the two of them. She's not sure what he wants from her, other than the obvious. And even that's not obvious, is it? It's early days yet, but it feels to her like something far more than just the basics. And what did he mean by saying he was staying until she was 'all right'?
How do they define 'all right'? She can make a good show of it, stiff upper lip and all that rot, but if he's leaving again, she knows she won't be 'all right' until he's back again. And if he never comes back, well...
She refills her mug for the umpteenth time and wishes he would come back and save her from her own head. Drinking something stronger than tea is very much on the agenda if it doesn't calm down and let her just breathe for a bit.