it’s been a busy night, clearing off the bar only moments before another patron has taken the once empty seat. not that it was a difficult job, and neville didn’t mind being kept busy, in fact he always tried for that. if your hands were busy than your mind was focusing on what they were doing instead of every other little thing it could find to dwell on. at least they’d be able to wait until they got to the comfort of their own bed before becoming crushed by all the things they’d said wrong that day, everything they’d forgotten and everything they’d lost. when neville saw susan enter, they made their way over hastily, asking a coworker to watch the bar.
they place a hand on her shoulder in greeting before pulling her in for a hug. before they war, they never really had been big on physical affection, but they found now they craved it. “hey, susan, how’re you doing tonight?” it’s the first question they ask all their children, the members of the da who they’d taken under his wing, who had trusted neville with their lives. @svsansbones
