Texts TO: Paxton FROM: Davian DATE: November 15, early morning
- Pax, I need some advice and you're the only guy I know who will give it to me straight no chaser, so. I'm coming to you, congrats. - I don't think Ambriel is happy being married to me. - I mean - I think he just did it because I wanted it. That's all. - Ever since Papa Nik died saving me, Ambriel has just - Checked out. - He's not in there. - Sometimes I see glimpses of him, but then he's gone back to a blank look, going through the motions. - He's not happy and fuck, it hurts. - He's even started to drink. It's like he doesn't give a flying fuck about anything anymore. - Like living with a shell of a person in what's supposed to be our happiest time. - I mean for fuck's sake! We got married! After all the bullshit the world put us through, we told it to go fuck itself and we got married! We're alive and we're fucking together! - But Ambriel is absent. - I don't know what to do. I can't make him be happy. No one can make him be happy. Maybe he doesn't even want to be happy. Maybe he just gave up. - Our first month together was spent with him looking like a dead-eyed war victim. - That old man dying was sad, it was hard. His family turning up out of thin air and then vanishing back into it again, that was sad, it was hard. - But fuck! - I can't take this for much longer. I'm not a do-er. I'm a fucking sloth demon. He's supposed to be the do-er! That was the deal! - Fuck. - I'm going back to sleep.