etherthief: (welp)
Iman Asadi ([personal profile] etherthief) wrote in [community profile] bigapplesauce 2015-06-24 06:22 am (UTC)

He's not okay.

She can't discern what precisely just happened under his stony features and that one little muscle spasm, but it wasn't good. She lets him take the screwdriver, eyes still flicking nervously back and forth over his face, though he isn't meeting her gaze anymore.

Having too, too recently been through a singularly unraveling existential crisis of her own, she's pretty sure she can spot its symptoms, but she can never be too sure with him.

They can't talk about it right now. And probably not ever. He doesn't talk.

She moves wordlessly to the kitchen, ignoring the prickle on the back of her neck as she passes directly beneath the cat's leaping range, opens a cabinet, pulls out the first bottle she sees, and returns to the worktable. She plunks it down between them with a matter-of-factness that is approaching nihilistic indifference, and sits, moving her arm to reach between them, the better for him to tinker.

The bottle may be utilized now, or later. Its presence is a clear indication that she has no fucks left to give whether or not he works sober; the ball is resoundingly in his court.

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