As they walked James kept Aiden's hand firmly in both of hers, as if she was ready for him to bolt on her at any second. She was. At any point he could decide this shit was way too heavy and she couldn't really fault him for it. Were people like them ever really cut out for this sort of thing?
She was such a fucking optimist.
"Fuck the phones," she murmured. She removed one of her hands from his, and pulled her phone from her pocket. She then tossed it high and far in Patrick's direction. The were caught it with a quizzical look on his face. "I'm taking a mental health day!" James called. Then she tugged Aiden along towards the car.