She follows, as if she can't bring herself to stop touching him. She props herself on one elbow above him. It's hard to watch him pull back into himself, but she thinks she understands. Idly, she brushes a lock of hair back from his forehead.
They've been through worse, haven't they? Her lips twitch, and a sad smile emerges.
'I know just the thing.'
Gingerly, she rises, retrieving her robe from the foot of her bed, slipping it on as she moves through the room. A bottle of Scotch is retrieved, and a couple of glasses. She finds his cigarettes and lighter as well. She sets them all down on his bedside table, pausing briefly to touch his arm before moving away again.
She drags her hands through her hair, long and straight now, twisting it up into a knot at the base of her skull, disappearing into the bath. He can hear her moving about a bit, and then the sound of the bath taps being turned.
She returns, looking a bit more composed, a bit more self-contained. She pours them both a measure of Scotch, and settles at his hip, holding his out to him.
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They've been through worse, haven't they? Her lips twitch, and a sad smile emerges.
'I know just the thing.'
Gingerly, she rises, retrieving her robe from the foot of her bed, slipping it on as she moves through the room. A bottle of Scotch is retrieved, and a couple of glasses. She finds his cigarettes and lighter as well. She sets them all down on his bedside table, pausing briefly to touch his arm before moving away again.
She drags her hands through her hair, long and straight now, twisting it up into a knot at the base of her skull, disappearing into the bath. He can hear her moving about a bit, and then the sound of the bath taps being turned.
She returns, looking a bit more composed, a bit more self-contained. She pours them both a measure of Scotch, and settles at his hip, holding his out to him.