justin finch-fletchley is a fierce badger. (nosnakes) wrote in vindicatus,
Justin laced their fingers together when her hand joined his again, shifting onto the edge of his chair so he was closer still. That was more of what he’d been expecting, over a month - close to two - of silent suffering. It wasn’t like it was the first time she’d gone through this, she’d relapsed before. Maybe she’d been trying to deny it was happening, ignoring what she was feeling. It didn’t matter. What was important was she was where she could get help.
“You know you can always talk to me, Meg,” he said quietly, though it hurt his heart a bit to think about. He loved Megan, so of course he always wanted to be there for her. But they were complicated. Casual conversations weren’t their norm, they didn’t meet up to hang out, they couldn’t. It hurt too much. But this was important stuff. “You don’t have to go through it alone.”