“We’re still in the middle th’ road.” Glasses said, seeing her reach out he carefully took her hands, he’s right here, in front of her, she was practically about to hug him. His spaded tail thrashed around slowly behind him letting out his anxious nerves so he would make a worried face, but the demons eyebrow still furrowed.
He took her gently, pulling the child a little closer so she can hold onto hsi broader shoulders, with her stumbling maybe he should pick her up or something.
“Want me t’carry you, or need somethin’?” Maybe she needed his glasses or something since she was blocking out her eyes.
Oh, he was there. Right there. She blinked a few times and tried to focus solely on him. She leaned into his touch and wrapped her arms around him. He was the real Glasses. Alive. He wasn’t going to do anything bad. Things slowly started to settle. The thunder got quieter and the lightning stopped.
What did Glasses say? Did she need something? She sure as hell did need something. She needed some hardcore painkillers. It was the only thing that made the pain go away. It was the best solution---
‘Except it isn’t a ‘real’ solution, is it?’
‘I don’t care about ‘real’ solutions. I just want the pain to go away.’
But was she going to ask for them? No way. The last thing she needed was Glasses to know about her addiction. ...Or about any of this, as a matter of fact.
‘Too late, don’t you think? Tell him the truth already.’
‘No freaking way. Leave me alone.’
“It’s okay, I’m okay. I think I can walk,” she finally said. She still felt dizzy but now that she was closer to Glasses, she did feel safer.