Re: Brooklyn: Wren & Ryan
[The pills, they would kick in quick, Ry knew. The pills were heavy-duty warning, the kind that told you to do nothing but sit, or sleep it off, like if you were on 'em you were planning on operating machinery or something. Her head hit the cushions at the back of the couch and she sat, in some man's shirt she didn't remember well, with the sheet still twined around her hip, and the ugly swell of her knee propped on the coffee table out front.
And she watched Wren look. Round the apartment, that felt empty in the good way, like she knew every piece of the floor and every piece of furniture to trip her up. Nah, she didn't need nothing she couldn't call in from the delivery place and she would figure out a way to get herself to the pharmacy when she ran dry of pills. The cab company local, they knew to come get her for the therapy appointments, right up to the door. There wasn't nothing Ry needed that was physical.]
I owe you. Big. [Declarative statement, and Ry looked less grey each second the pills were dissolving, flushed panic, if not pain. She smiled, and she wasn't comfortable but she hadn't been comfortable since that car in Vegas and she wasn't gonna be no matter how long Wren stayed.]
Mi abuela would smack me if I didn't offer tea or something. [Her smile was fragile, real thin, but it was there. Ry closed her eyes.]