Re: Ice cream: Cat & Reece
Coping mechanisms were Reece's forte. His unconscious forte, which probably meant it wasn't a forte at all, but whatever. He didn't care. He wasn't blind, not to his or to Cat's. It was just... he didn't care. Not right now. There was too much going on, and he didn't know why certain moments were chosen to face the music. Like, right now, he knew they were breaking in for ice cream to feel better about the shitty nightmares. But, he didn't know Stephanie had gone and that Cat felt she had to step up or whatever. He just wanted ice cream.
He wasn't in plaid, but at least he'd thought to go with black. It wasn't his usual getup, right? A t-shirt and jeans and jacket. He had on his boots, obviously. But, Reece had rolled out of bed, and he just didn't care right now. Not even about his clothes. Which wasn't like him, but nightmares sucked. He was yawning as he approached the shadow of the ice cream parlor. Sleep stuck in the corners of his eye (not the prosthesis, that'd be weird), and his hair was messy.—He looked up as he passed under the halo of a streetlamp to see Cat sitting outside in socks and underwear. The earthy, skunky reek of the join hung heavy around her, and Reece didn't hesitate to sit beside her.
"You dressed up for me," he said with a smile. "Thanks."