Evan Marchand (bitterlyimmune) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-09-07 02:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [09] september, evan, leah |
WHO: Evan and Leah
WHAT: Making up is hard to do.
WHERE: The daycare area.
WHEN: While the party's happening. 09/07, night.
RATING Low-medium
PROMPT: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Maybe he should've been willing to leave well enough alone for a little while and let himself believe that Leah would be back when she wanted to. That probably would've been the smart thing to do. But Evan had always been bad at leaving things to the hands of fate, especially in cases like this. He missed her. Stupidly so. Stupidly mostly because he'd seen her just the other day, when he'd stayed with her in the infirmary. But he'd grown accustomed to having her right there at his side most of the time. It was also occurring to him that outside of her, he didn't have many "people." He couldn't say that he didn't have anyone, because there was still George and Daniel, but he couldn't easily turn to them like Leah could with her family. George's comfort had made things worse on the day after the fight and this was the type of thing that Evan tried not to trouble Daniel with. Since Elliot's passing, Evan's own isolation had been picking at him more and more each day. And especially so now. Sighing a little, he stood a few feet away from the daycare center, still trying to decide whether he wanted to do this or not. Evan wouldn't let it get to the point where they fought in front of the children, but he also didn't want to set them up for the frustration that came with walking on eggshells. Because if that happened... they'd probably end up never speaking again. And he didn't know if he could handle that. All he wanted was to apologize. He had to do that. He still wasn't entirely sure that he'd been wrong, really, but she'd thought so; she'd been bothered, and because of that, he would apologize. Letting out a slow breath, he quickly walked the distance between where he'd been standing and the door to the daycare, raising his hand to knock on the door so he didn't alarm her by just barging in. Once he'd knocked, he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and waited for her. |