He's very loud over there. Abby can hear him buzzing with thought as he spins himself through every terrible possibility, all the bitter what ifs. It reminds her of something that Owen used to tell her whenever he lost patience with her single-minded approach to training: That's your problem, Abs. You don't know how to switch off.
Is this what it looks like from the outside?
This conversation has made her realise how similar they really are, and there's both an awful kind of comfort in it, and an uncertainty that furrows her brow, but it isn't bad, that he takes a moment to pull her close. She leans into him, a quick press of weight against his side before she straightens up like she never did it.
"It's nothing." She's looking at Wags again, wondering if she should call him back already, "You'd do the same for me."
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He's very loud over there. Abby can hear him buzzing with thought as he spins himself through every terrible possibility, all the bitter what ifs. It reminds her of something that Owen used to tell her whenever he lost patience with her single-minded approach to training: That's your problem, Abs. You don't know how to switch off.
Is this what it looks like from the outside?
This conversation has made her realise how similar they really are, and there's both an awful kind of comfort in it, and an uncertainty that furrows her brow, but it isn't bad, that he takes a moment to pull her close. She leans into him, a quick press of weight against his side before she straightens up like she never did it.
"It's nothing." She's looking at Wags again, wondering if she should call him back already, "You'd do the same for me."