The neurosurgeon wishes she could Blake with everything she’s currently enduring after learning about Wes’s marriage. The past few months looked promising for the couple like they were on the path their happily ever after. But any lie in a relationship, whether it would be platonic or romantic, can cause heartbreak and shock your entire world. So she can sympathize in that situation but with the drinking, knowing about her friend’s sobriety immediately concerns her. Was it worth giving up the months she has? If she could read into Blake’s mind then she’ll know what the other is thinking. All she can do is build upon the scenarios in her conscience even though this is far from healthy, hoping the other will inform her. Yet, the response from the other is the opposite of such. Not sort of an explanation as Teagan stands there blindsided, knowing she wants to be there for Blake in the heartbreak but also be rational about her sudden decisions. “Blake,” she sternly speaks up, hazel hues latched onto the other. “Do you think that’s smart?” Typically, she bites her tongue and lets it go but if she doesn’t say something then what kind of person she is? “I care about you. I just want you to know that.” Leaning over to the other, a gentle hand rests upon her shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze, more so reassuring that she’s here and not going anywhere. “Stop it, you never have to worry about showing up uninvited, okay? I’m glad to felt safe enough to come here.”
Teagan can tell it’s bothering Blake about her unexpected arrival, but she can only remind the other that it’s okay. After all, it’s not like anything exhilarating has been happening from her behalf other than cuddling time with Trixie ─ who happens to be invested in her toy. “Listen, sometimes you just need to have extras because fuck knows I have no desire to cook every single day,” she laughs. After all, her workdays are unpredictable. Certain surgeries sometimes, but rarely, go over their scheduled time and by the time she gets home, she’s sluggish and on her way to bed. She’s glad for the moments where she can actually cook and enjoy the sky grow dark. Lifting her fork to her mouth, she used the moment to chew on the food before even responding. It makes sense it’s a dealbreaker. If this was Teagan in the other’s positions, she wouldn’t quite know how to react. “He should’ve told you before you put a label on your relationship again.” The words are laid out flat, making it simple as that. “Just take this day by day. If you don’t want to talk to him, don’t. If you do, then do. I just want you to think about yourself.”
More than anything, Blake was upset that he’d lied to her and that, as a result, she’d made a fool of herself. She should have noticed the red flags right away considering it wasn’t the first thing that he lied to her about since he came back into her life. First, it was that he was renting from a little old lady when in reality he was sleeping on a bench. Second, it was that he didn’t go to rehab and instead went on a year long bender. Third, it was the marriage. She shouldn’t be surprised; she had anticipated that he’d gotten himself into trouble when he was gone, but she never could have anticipated this. Blake’s fingers tightened around the mug of wine in her hands and, though she knew it wasn’t the smartest idea, it was one of the only things bringing her comfort aside from Teagan. When the neurosurgeon spoke, Blake couldn’t help but hang her hand in disappointment, giving the slightest shake of her head. “I don’t know what else to do,” the mechanic’s voice was quiet as she spoke, glancing up at Teagan once again. “What am I supposed to do, T?” She asked, almost rhetorically, and brought the mug to her lips again to take a small sip. The small amount of wine she’d consumed was enough to cause her cheeks to turn a light shade of pink and it wouldn’t take much more for the mechanic to fall asleep on Teagan’s couch, but she was passed the point of caring considering her whole world had been ripped from beneath her feet. “Thank you,” she said quietly and placed her hand over Teagan’s on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I appreciate this, T. More than you’ll ever know.”
It wasn’t very often that Blake found herself in this position and she was glad that it brought her here, knowing that she would’ve just spent the night getting shit faced and crying at home by herself. Though, she found comfort in Teagan’s company more than anything. As Teagan spoke, she’d brought a mouthful of pasta to her lips again and gave a nod of her head. “You’re tellin’ me,” Blake said after she swallowed her food. “Skip The Dishes is too temptin’ sometimes.” Blake’s hours were nothing compared to Teagan’s as she was lucky to have stable hours. She couldn’t imagine working the hours that Teag did, but she was making the world a better place and saving people’s lives. When the conversation came back to Wes, she couldn’t help the shift in her facial expression. She couldn’t deny how upset she was about it anymore. It had been enough to drive her back to the bottle. “I don’t know what to do, T.” She said, placing the plate of food on the counter beside her. “I feel like such a fuckin’ idiot, I wanted this so bad.” Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she mustered up the strength to prevent them from falling. “And now I jus’... don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to come back from this?” She asked, bringing the mug of wine to her lips and finishing off what remained.