Much wasn't totally sure why Mary was the person he'd decided to message. It wasn't a booty call, not exactly; he wasn't looking for someone to just have sex with and lose himself in because he wasn't very good at that. He knew Will swore by a good fuck but that course of action didn't really feel right. Though to be honest - nothing really felt right.
Maybe he'd called her because he thought she'd understand that the world was a complicated and dark place, full of bad choices and regrets. Mary seemed like she'd understand complicated. He kept thinking of waking up that night they spent together and finding her in the church, praying.
She understood complicated and hard but she also laughed easily, and made him laugh, and maybe that's all he needed right now?
No, laughing wouldn't undo the harm done to Clio, and Marian, and the lads and Marcie and little Kaden and -
Much groaned out loud and pinched his nose hard, and downed a hefty glass of spiced rum (stored in the cupboard for the housewarming party he and Alan were going to have one day) before shaking it all off and heading out the door to meet Mary.
Maybe he should had warned her he was in a mood. But then, maybe by the time he got there, he wouldn't be in the mood anymore, and she might ask him about it, and the asking might bring it all back. Who knew!?
Seeing her lift her cosmo did lift his spirits, though. Much grinned at her, waved back, and joined her at the bar. "I dig the sexy curtain look," he said, and opened his arms to see if she wanted a hug.