There was a man in the woods and Clint kind of talked me down and we waited out things until the sun was going down. The bird kind of - just sat up on the railing once I went in and went upstairs. Uh - there was some weird stuff in the woods. Clint came by? The man was gone, and all we found was this puddle that smelled like makeup, according to Clint. So - I'm doing fine.
(Hmm - I could do that though. Do the healthier option. Something buttered or something kettle corn.)
Your dad seems nice. Blaine mentioned that he's not - feeling safe with men in general, but your father has definitely impressed him despite that. I liked what I saw of him, chatting with him. He was asking if there's anything he could do.
Gotcha. If that patching up means you need downtime, how about we have a standing thing that I am terrified of the popcorn package, and you need to call someone to let them know you're fine. Fair enough?