There were questions you just didnât ask. Personal experience and multiple, borderline âtherapy for dummiesâ textbooks on his shelf had taught him that. Heâd spent a lot of time on that, trying to figure out how to effectivelyâŚ.Listen to everybody he was supposed to be supporting. Which wasnât really hard for him, not really. If anything, he cared too much, even if he wouldnât admit it out loud. The hard part was getting people to open up, to want to talk. Asking âare you okayâ, âhow are you feelingâ, that shit was counterproductive. But he never had to ask her those questions in the first place. And honestly, he felt wished they were all a little more like her.Â
Bree sat in âthe chairâ, the one heâd gotten to put in his room when it was apparent that he really wanted to try at all of this. âWhat if we took everybody to the beach? I can stop the rain in favor of some sunshine.â Reeseâs attention was still on his computer as she made herself comfortable. Straightening up, he swiveled his chair in her direction and reached to run a hand through his hair as he sucked in a breath. âI feel like we could need use some âbondingâ right now, donât you?â The smile that graced his lips was sarcastic in nature. That was an understatement, and also really playing down how worried he felt about the lot of them in their current predicament. @beer-me-strcngth
