grace blinks and clenches her jaw. weird. no – grace knew what weird meant. “ i – “ she did. she needed food with her meds and when she didn’t do either, she did get weird. she got irritable, but clingy. not something emma needed to deal with right now. “ don’t say that ‘cause i know you mean crazy. “
no – grace would keep this conversation about emma. emma was who she was worried about. grace takes the sandwich and follows the blonde, “ i – i know it’s easier, but, but, if you – if you keep it all in em, you – “ grace shakes her head, “ you’re not – you won’t feel good ever and – and you just need to get it out like, like, like a big cough that you’ve been holdin’ in or somethin’. you need to talk about it. let me help. “
“Grace, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” Maybe she did, actually. It wasn’t often that she slipped up when talking to Grace about her non-medicated self. It was a touchy subject, and even one slip up would shift Grace’s composure. They walked down the hall and up the stairs as Grace stumbled through her words. She tried, that was what mattered, but sometimes it was hard to follow her. Well, for anyone that wasn’t Emma. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. It’s nothing that can be changed,” Emma brushed her fingertips over the rail leading up to the roof access door, “He’s gone and she acts like she’s got nothing left to live for. It’s been like this for... a while.” She pushed open the door and closed her eyes against the sun. Too bright for a mind muddling through the dark.
