Re: Pre into Post-Lockdown, Outside, Open.
"That's my girl, give 'em hell," he replied, trying his best to sound lighthearted, as if it was all just in good fun, and not actually a fucking nightmare of a situation.
"Yeah, yeah- sooner than you think. You're going to be okay, love," he told her, unsure if he was telling her or himself. He waited by the door, practically pressed up against the metal as she left.
"Fuckfuckfuck-" he muttered, moving back and pacing back and forth, his thoughts spiraling out of control. "Fuck!" He kicked at the door violently, but really just hurt himself more than anything else. He didn't know what to do. There was nothing he could do.