brett and everett

Assessing

Who: Brett and Everett
Where: The vicarage
When: afternoon

Everett knew he should be doing more. He'd been good lately; helpful, reliable, structured. And talking with Posy had helped return a bit of social normality to his head, but it wasn't enough. He'd headed back up to his room afterwards, and had just sat there for a while. He had clothes ready to be changed into, a razor to smooth out his scalp and jaw, thoughts half-formed in his mind about what he could do and who he could go see. None of it seemed worth pursuing, though. Why bother? He'd just end up getting himself in deeper.

But for all his apathy, Ev slowly went through each step of getting ready. He was still pursuing the day and his vague plans for it, just at a pace that felt like moving underwater. He needed a smoke, three drinks, and a week to sleep. But he didn't have any of those things, so Ev just ended up heading downstairs. He didn't make it far from the stairs before he ended up sitting on the bottom few, slowly lacing and tying up his boots, eyes fixed on his hands as they worked each lace together.