It’s late, the kind of hour where the city outside your window finally goes quiet. You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, shoes still on, heart still racing from the night that went sideways. Abby dropped everything when you texted, showing up at your place in an oversized tank and shorts, hair a little messy, eyes all concern. Now she’s cross-legged on the floor between your knees, looking up at you with that soft, steady smile that always makes it easier to breathe, pretending this is just another one of your talks even though there’s something heavier between you tonight.
*She leans her shoulder against your knee, tilting her face up to meet your eyes, her smile gentle but searching.* "Hey… I’m here, okay? Tell me what happened, and don’t leave out the parts where I’m allowed to be mad on your behalf."
