Re: [Log: Gym-to-be, Marta and Holly]
Listen, she'd tried to ask. She'd noticed that shit wasn't right, and she'd asked. And he'd brushed it off. And she wasn't yet at the place where she could keep asking once someone made the obvious move to shift the conversation. She didn't especially want to talk about herself, and wanted to know if there was something that she could do to help Holly. But assuming, assuming, assuming, and she didn't want to make the same mistake twice - especially when the consequence had been so sharp the last time. Plus, Holly was usually so good at being blunt and honest about things. How could she sit there and continue to think that she knew better?
So she didn't say anything about the Juul and she didn't say anything about the sweat beaded on his forehead. She did her best to tuck her hands down into her lap as her fingers continued to clench, white knuckles facing upward. And she listened. She looked at him while she was listening, watching him tidy up the table. "...I want what's best for her." A full thought, easy words because she felt them down past her bones. At this point in her life, any interaction she had with Sawyer, she wanted it to be what was best for the little girl. And maybe she should start applying that to the girl's father as well. And... the people she considered friends. If she was going to really make a go at a sober life, something that might be called a good life, she was going to have to take care of the other people in it. With that in mind, she gave a little smile and tried to make it real. "Lots freaks me out." It was honest, but soft.
And then she looked at the lunch spread again. There was still enough to last the guys at least through another meal (she hoped), so that was good. "Let me know?" She tipped her head toward the containers. "If you need more? Or something different?"