Who? Hem & Abi Where? Food court When? Last weekend What? Truth telling Open? No Rating? TBC.
Ernest was exhausted, and he was sure he looked like shit, but he was sober and he had no physical injuries, so he was sure that was probably the most anyone could expect of him at that exact moment. The holidays were always rough, even without complicated situations with women, magic door and surprise gifts.
The photograph was currently tucked inside a small notebook in his inside pocket. In fact, that damn photograph was one of the main reasons he was there, lurking around the coffee pots at Lacey's side of the food court. Hadley's advice had been to take some time for himself, to learn to be okay with his own company, but he knew that it wasn't possible. He knew that he could never just settle while Abi was on the station.
Maybe she'd think he was crazy. Maybe she wouldn't believe him. Maybe she would believe him but what nothing to do with him anymore. But he had to find out, because the two alternatives were awful. Either just walk away, which would be the easy option but ultimately leave him wondering 'what if', or keep going as they were, and that was too painful for words. That was eating away at him little by little.
So, he'd tell her, and whatever happened, happened. And he felt sure that he'd at least still have Isa there to pick up the pieces if it all went to shit.