#libby-rigby

“Sorry, what was the question?”

--- @libby-rigby

Chase: hey Libs! You want to come over to my brother's place? We can eat junk food and watch some really bad horror movies.

As the days went on, Chase was soon losing his mind with boredom. Granted he could always read books and let the time pass. But the added factor of having a broken leg and not being able to do a lot was making him lose his mind. In his free time, he was a quiet book worm. He didn’t like to be forced as that quiet book worm do to restraints. That’s what was really having a toll on him. So on went the texts and bugging people for food and hang outs. Libby was one of his friends that seemed to enjoy his company and a bad movie. Though Chase was all for psychological thrillers and good movies, he enjoyed the makings of what bad movies were. So he decided to choose one of those poorly made horror movies to keep Libby at ease as he waited for the woman to get to his place. Once he heard someone come in, he turned his body from where he laid on the couch and smiled. “Hey Libs!” he said with glee. “Come sit. I got it set up for us.” Knowing that she brought all the food to enjoy this terrible movie. @libby-rigby 

He felt a little bit bad that he hadn’t thought to call Libby until after the twins were already delivered, but Hazel had rightfully occupied all his attention throughout the labor. (She’d been so magnificent - a real life Wonder Woman - and Davis didn’t think it was possible to be more proud of her than he was in that moment.) But as soon as they were assured the babies were healthy, and Hazel had nursed them and then set about getting rest for herself, Libby had been the first call he made. 

“Hey Libs, I think you’re gonna want to get down to the hospital. There’s a few new human beings that would like to meet you...” 

“I have something for you,” he announced, handing over small, neat box that held the onesie inside. 

He liked spending time with Libby because it was the one good act (as few as they always seemed to him) he’d ever done that didn’t have Hazel’s touch on it. It wasn’t motivated by her goodness, by the faith she put in him, by his need to redeem himself of what he’d done to her. It had all been purely self-motivated. Maybe that was why he kept in touch with her, even after all the others had fallen away - sending presents at Christmas and her birthday, calling every few months to make sure she was getting on. It was a reminder that he himself could be good - or at least had been, once upon a time. 

He always made a point not to show up empty handed at her door - a habit started when he was still just 16 and didn’t realize 12 was nothing like 6 and had showed up with a teddy bear. Ever since, it had turned into something of a joke, with each visit bringing some ridiculous little knick-knack. Now, the string of a ‘sorry for your loss’ balloon was wrapped around hand; the irony of it in his own life bolstering his numbness in some contrary way that gave him faith he could get through this encounter in a seemingly normal fashion. Though Hazel touched everything, she hadn’t touched Libby yet. He would do everything he could to keep it that way. 

With a final deep breath to affix his standard smile to his face, he knocked at the door and waited. 

!?- for an excited text

Samson: I finished all my books! All five of them! 

✘- for a text that was meant for someone else

Samson (meant for mini): You know, I really need my shirt back.

❤- for a heartfelt text

Samson: It was really nice spending time with you the other night. I’d love to hang out with you more often, if you’d like to hang out with me.

?- for a confused text