Re: Under the Gazebo
Adam stretched his arms around her back. Holding her close was more natural than trying to drive a wedge between them, even if that was exactly what he needed to be doing. He wanted to believe that her intent to change was earnest, but he knew it took a little more than a well meaning doctor to solve her problems. It wasn't just him, it was the drinking. The self destructive way she carried herself.
"How am I supposed to help you if I can't stop Pym from hurting people?" He shook his head slightly against her shoulder and then pulled away, arms slumping to his sides. "Don't know how to stop your drinking. Don't know how to let someone you love go. It's only going to hurt worse down the line when you still can't- still can't..." Adam was slowly losing his ability to speak properly, his throat locking up with each excuse he threw at her. He turned away, arms crossed loosely around his chest as if she'd just go away if he pretended she wasn't there.