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Apr. 10th, 2015 05:51 pmIt's become something of a pattern. When she's not at McCormick's, where she spends most of her time, she often goes over to Max and Brian's — that is, when they're not fucking each other's brains out, which she fortunately knows very little about but is still well aware is what's going on. Lucy tells herself it's just easier. It's closer, if only a little, than her own apartment is, and neither of them has seemed to mind so far, and it's nice, actually being able to spend more time with her brother now that he isn't living with her ex-boyfriend anymore. Plus, with him working for her, their hours often wind up roughly the same, so it's convenient, heading back with him for a while instead of all the way to Ocean View, or going over there beforehand and going into work together.
What it's really easier than, though, if she's entirely honest with herself, which she doesn't really want to be, is going home. It isn't as if she's never there, but when she is, it feels stifling. There's too much she hasn't dealt with yet, too much she doesn't want to, and all it really does is serve to remind her of that, and of how happy she was a few months ago. The fact of that now only makes how much things have changed since then seem even worse.
At least Steve gets it, or she thinks she does, or he just hasn't mentioned it. Then again, he's busy himself, their schedules rarely aligning, so maybe it doesn't seem like that much of a change. She hopes so. If she were ready to deal with this, she would have by now. Instead, making her way towards the nearest subway stop, she tries half-frantically to think of something she can do that isn't going back to an apartment where it feels like the walls are closing in on her. There aren't exactly a lot of options here, or it doesn't feel like there are.
Lost in thought, she almost doesn't notice Tommy nearby. When she does, though, she smiles slightly, genuinely pleased to see him. "Hey," she says. "How's it going?"
What it's really easier than, though, if she's entirely honest with herself, which she doesn't really want to be, is going home. It isn't as if she's never there, but when she is, it feels stifling. There's too much she hasn't dealt with yet, too much she doesn't want to, and all it really does is serve to remind her of that, and of how happy she was a few months ago. The fact of that now only makes how much things have changed since then seem even worse.
At least Steve gets it, or she thinks she does, or he just hasn't mentioned it. Then again, he's busy himself, their schedules rarely aligning, so maybe it doesn't seem like that much of a change. She hopes so. If she were ready to deal with this, she would have by now. Instead, making her way towards the nearest subway stop, she tries half-frantically to think of something she can do that isn't going back to an apartment where it feels like the walls are closing in on her. There aren't exactly a lot of options here, or it doesn't feel like there are.
Lost in thought, she almost doesn't notice Tommy nearby. When she does, though, she smiles slightly, genuinely pleased to see him. "Hey," she says. "How's it going?"
