Re: [Log: Gym-to-be, Marta and Holly]
"Delivery. Right." Because that kinda didn't answer his question at all, but he didn't clarify or nudge. Whatever she was doing? And whoever she was doing it with? Yeah, it didn't matter so much. What mattered was she was doing good, right? She looked it, and even he could see it. Painkiller haze, dark circles, bum leg, but he could see it.
Except for after his momentary freakout, which she'd luckily closed her eyes for? But he was still feeling it, right? His own shit, so he tried hard to pay attention to her, to shift his panic. But, look, he had a hard time some days? And her wide-eyed reaction had definitely led to him having a moment. So he kept trying to just breathe. He watched her finger as she traced, and she was over there with her eyes closed still, and it kinda felt overwhelming to him in that moment. She was saying words. Like, words that were hanging out and solitary, and he tried his fucking best to follow. Holly was good at pretending shit was okay, so he pulled out that skill. Sweat dotted his forehead, and he repeated her words in his own head. Drugs. Damage. Hard. Stress. Unexpected. "Okay, so talking is hard. Unexpected stress is hard. Got it." It wasn't very helpful on his part, but at least it sounded chill, right?
He pushed the styrofoam away, and he lifted his ass to pull the Juul from the back pocket of his shorts. And he hit the thing. He hit the thing hard, multiple times in a row."Yeah, I still don't know what you mean about rumors," he said, smoke drifting from the corners of his mouth. He coughed. "There's always rumors around town. It's just bullshit talk." Okay, a few more tokes, and that was better. Right? Heartbeat chilled somewhat. He could do this.