[ action | after a while ]
[ Is this what drifting apart feels like? She gets hurt, he gets hurt. He lies, she works herself to the bone...
She's up and about, and he's at the door to the church, picking the tape off of the door and doing his best to sound unbothered.
Except it did bother him. The way she made that statement and fainted just as he was at home in the dark (in more ways than one) sleeping. If he hadn't gotten the impression from other calls that she was fine... well, there's no telling where he'd be and what he'd be doing, instead. ]
You know if you keep up like this, people are going to think I'm not taking good enough care of you. [ It's a casual sort of scolding, but the words don't mesh with his tone. ]