He made sure to leave her happy. Even though he’s had the most soul crushingly busy week, even though there was some tiny voice at the back of his mind screaming at him to go home and finish up the rest of the work left to be done, even though he was flat out exhausted from the late sleeps and the early wakes, he still stayed to make sure she was okay. It was half a crazy idea and the kind of scene written in a script book. Both of them falling in and out of tears, in and out of smiles and in and out of downturned corners of mouths. And all the while he had no solid idea why this was even happening, only that he couldn’t go with her in this messed up state. He watched over her and held her until she was telling her strange jokes again, until she was in a fit trying to hold back her laugh, and her eyes were smiling again. When that time came, he let that tiny voice of his left brain take over and direct him to sort his thoughts out and pull himself together again.
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