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Characters: Phanan, Martha, and Jack
Rating: PG
Location: Martha's room
Day and Time: July 12, Night
Status: Closed
It was normal at this point for Phanan and Martha to spend their nights together and he was never going to stop being a little in awe of that fact. It was still strictly platonic and he had no intention of ever trying to change that; it would have just felt weird. And - he could not believe he was going to say this - but having one person after all this time he could be honest with about how he was feeling was better than any sort of sexual relationship they could have been having.
Around her he could drop all the walls, the manufactured self-appreciation and sarcasm and just let her know when he'd had one of his bad days, like the incident this afternoon when he'd reached for a bottle of pills that needed to be put away and become so suddenly away of the artificial thing clamped in place of his hand that all he could do was sit and stare at it for what felt like hours, fighting back nausea. It happened sometimes, fairly regularly actually, and he'd never had anyone to talk about it with before. But now, lying here in bed with her he actually could and not feel stupid or awkward about it.
Rating: PG
Location: Martha's room
Day and Time: July 12, Night
Status: Closed
It was normal at this point for Phanan and Martha to spend their nights together and he was never going to stop being a little in awe of that fact. It was still strictly platonic and he had no intention of ever trying to change that; it would have just felt weird. And - he could not believe he was going to say this - but having one person after all this time he could be honest with about how he was feeling was better than any sort of sexual relationship they could have been having.
Around her he could drop all the walls, the manufactured self-appreciation and sarcasm and just let her know when he'd had one of his bad days, like the incident this afternoon when he'd reached for a bottle of pills that needed to be put away and become so suddenly away of the artificial thing clamped in place of his hand that all he could do was sit and stare at it for what felt like hours, fighting back nausea. It happened sometimes, fairly regularly actually, and he'd never had anyone to talk about it with before. But now, lying here in bed with her he actually could and not feel stupid or awkward about it.