Again she nods, reluctant to draw back, but unable to do anything but follow his lead. It's not like Olive has had to deal with this before. She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't think anyone should have to, or she would, if it wouldn't mean not having Chris here.
She draws in a deep breath, steadying herself, and lets it out again slowly. "Do you want me to... I don't know, go with you? Do you wanna come over?" Maybe he wants to be alone, and she knows she should give him that option, but it sticks in her throat. She doesn't want him to be alone. She doesn't want him out of her sight yet, and it's selfish, and she doesn't care.
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Date: 2013-09-16 02:56 pm (UTC)She draws in a deep breath, steadying herself, and lets it out again slowly. "Do you want me to... I don't know, go with you? Do you wanna come over?" Maybe he wants to be alone, and she knows she should give him that option, but it sticks in her throat. She doesn't want him to be alone. She doesn't want him out of her sight yet, and it's selfish, and she doesn't care.