WHO: Saint Patrick, Thalia WHEN: Backdated to the 18th WHERE: PAtrick's WHAT: Wah wah wah WARNINGS: Doubt it? Except for extreme Catholic guilt
Patrick hadn't returned home until after Lyra was discharged and even then he had made sure she made it home and she and Avery were all set up. He had told Avery and Lyra to call if they needed literally anything, and then he had gone back to his place to literally collapse into bed and sleep off his hangover.
Only now he was awake and miserable. With the fog cleared, the guilt sat ever heavier. Lyra had almost died and it was his fault. He should have been watching. He should have been paying attention. He didn't deserve her.
Patrick reached for his phone, because even though he felt like the shit on the bottom of someone's shoe, he could tell a self-destructive spiral when he was in one these days. And so he texted Thalia that things had gone badly and if she had the time could she come over? He didn't want her to feel obligated but god he really needed her. To see that smiling face, and believe that maybe he wasn't the worst human that ever lived. If Thalia liked him, there had to be something redeeming about him, surely.