[ he doesn't go see her right away for the same reasons he doesn't go to thanksgiving at the liebermans'. he needs to get his head on a little straighter. needs time to admit to himself things he's been carefully not thinking about. curtis' group helps. after that first admittance of fear, everything else comes a little easier. for the first time in years, he confesses, curt taking the place of a priest. it's--good, weirdly. doesn't make everything right, not even close, but it's a start. it gives him the bit of foundation he needs under his feet to stand back up and put one foot in front of the other.
it's a handful of weeks after the carousel before he finds himself making the trek to karen's neck of the concrete jungle. the bruises have faded completely and his stitches are out. still got a few new scars on his face that draw the eye of the bored cashier at the flower shop he stops at. it's something of a blessing, he thinks, that everyone's staring at the line on the side of his head and not his face. sure, he's got all his papers in order. doesn't really have to worry too much if someone does recognize him. but old habits are hard to break. he still keeps a wary ear out as he peruses the flowers. no white roses this time. no peonies either.
eventually, frank settles on a bright yellow bouquet. card under it says something about admiration, and that seems fitting. he pays for it without a hitch. gets them sent to her office at the bulletin with a note that says "still alive. yours @ 20:00?" then goes about his business for the rest of the day.
when eight o'clock rolls around, frank's sitting on the stairs of her apartment building, sipping at some coffee and bundled up against the winter chill. he pointedly ignores the way the cold of the cement seeps through his jeans, the obnoxious thumbs up emojis david texts, and the fact that he could be sitting here a while. it's okay. it'll be worth it, whenever she shows. ]
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@ demeanors
tomorrow night?
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whoops this is later than i thought it would be
@ constructer
I've gotten out of worse situations than this
but thanks I guess
for worrying
so sorry for the massive delay
@ paged
it's a handful of weeks after the carousel before he finds himself making the trek to karen's neck of the concrete jungle. the bruises have faded completely and his stitches are out. still got a few new scars on his face that draw the eye of the bored cashier at the flower shop he stops at. it's something of a blessing, he thinks, that everyone's staring at the line on the side of his head and not his face. sure, he's got all his papers in order. doesn't really have to worry too much if someone does recognize him. but old habits are hard to break. he still keeps a wary ear out as he peruses the flowers. no white roses this time. no peonies either.
eventually, frank settles on a bright yellow bouquet. card under it says something about admiration, and that seems fitting. he pays for it without a hitch. gets them sent to her office at the bulletin with a note that says "still alive. yours @ 20:00?" then goes about his business for the rest of the day.
when eight o'clock rolls around, frank's sitting on the stairs of her apartment building, sipping at some coffee and bundled up against the winter chill. he pointedly ignores the way the cold of the cement seeps through his jeans, the obnoxious thumbs up emojis david texts, and the fact that he could be sitting here a while. it's okay. it'll be worth it, whenever she shows. ]
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i am so sorry i thought i already tagged this D:
it's okay it happens!!