Alan-a-Dale (waxingthepoetic) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-12-16 12:59:00 |
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The apartment was quiet at this late hour. Much and Melpomene were both asleep- she in Alan's bed, and he in Will's- but Alan couldn't find any such peace for himself. Instead he was sitting at the kitchen table, one hand around a beer he was barely drinking and the other over his face. He was quiet but his shoulders shook with crying, his eyes blurred and his cheeks wet. |