[Saul comes bearing good news, but it does little to relax him; he's too on edge, tense all over, a rubber band pulled so taught that it's either going to break or take an eye out. Usually, when he sees Stephanie, some of that tension eases away—but not this time. It's made worse when he looks at her, throat tightening with guilt.
He should've told her.
How many apologies has he issued today? How many more will he add, before the day's end, to the tally of times he's apologized to her? He's pretty sure he's running out of both chalk and wall space.
Their surroundings force him to pause for a moment, gaze drifting around what looks an awful lot like a living room. He hasn't seen this place before, but Steph looks comfortable enough in here—if a little worried—so he figures it must be somewhere familiar to her. That'll make it better, maybe.
Or maybe not.
The past few days have trained him well; he dares not entertain optimism anymore. It feels so melodramatic to think that way, but with the way things are going, Saul can't be sure they're not all on some soap opera.
(If only.)
After he's gotten his bearings, he positions himself opposite her. At first, his gaze settles somewhere near her shoulder, but he forces himself to drag his attention up to her blue, blue eyes, his own looking dull thanks to the shadows underneath.]
Hey.
[He could kick himself. Hey. Is that the best he can do?]
early early on the 24th;
He should've told her.
How many apologies has he issued today? How many more will he add, before the day's end, to the tally of times he's apologized to her? He's pretty sure he's running out of both chalk and wall space.
Their surroundings force him to pause for a moment, gaze drifting around what looks an awful lot like a living room. He hasn't seen this place before, but Steph looks comfortable enough in here—if a little worried—so he figures it must be somewhere familiar to her. That'll make it better, maybe.
Or maybe not.
The past few days have trained him well; he dares not entertain optimism anymore. It feels so melodramatic to think that way, but with the way things are going, Saul can't be sure they're not all on some soap opera.
(If only.)
After he's gotten his bearings, he positions himself opposite her. At first, his gaze settles somewhere near her shoulder, but he forces himself to drag his attention up to her blue, blue eyes, his own looking dull thanks to the shadows underneath.]
Hey.
[He could kick himself. Hey. Is that the best he can do?]