03-29-2021, 10:07 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Green was by no means an observant man, but he could tell when there was a change in Mickey’s demeanour. So accustomed to Mickey’s recovery and subsequent months of thriving, alarm bells were sent ringing following Tamara’s death. Whilst it could understandably be down to grief, Mick seemed unable to get out of the state of sorrow. Almost as if this was a catalyst for a kind of sorrow buried deeper within. Green didn’t want to worry himself too much, but he feared that this was more than just hurt over Tamara’s death. This could be more. This could be a test for his sobriety, something that Green had been so proud to help Mickey through.
Instead of wallowing on his worries, he’d gladly put aside his own grief to act as a pillar of strength in the household, for Mick and for Arlo alike. He hoped that he wasn’t being annoying with his intense joy and Cheshire grins but if his assumed happiness could help inspire Mick to push on then he’d do so gladly. Truth be told, Green didn’t really know what could actually help when someone struggled with their own cruel mind. Personally, Green was fortunate enough to have never had a lasting spell of depression. Good for his soul, but not so good for his capability to understand. But, he tried. He really tried because he couldn’t help but care intensely for the man he loved.
Maybe he didn’t know how to best help, but he would use his own initiative to try and encourage Mick. If Mick had days where he didn’t want to leave their room, Green would suggest that they go out and do something the next day. A careful encouragement instead of pushing Mick to his limits. If Mick didn’t feel like eating, Green would make sure he’d prepare Mick’s favourite meals for him instead. Whilst he’d do so wordlessly, his lips could not help but twitch a smile whenever he’d see Mick eventually pick at a meal he actually enjoyed. He’d call that a success in his books.
And, on days where Mick felt hopeless in his thoughts, Green would help out in suggesting things for Mick to try out. If Mick was hesitant, then Green would join in so that they could do it together. Well, that was what Green thought he was doing anyways — actually being less helpful that he thought he was being. Today was one of those days. Green didn’t know much about mindfulness but he’d spoken to a couple of Northerners in the past about their love for meditation to ease the mind. That sounded like something that could do Mick the world of good if Green knew how to guide him through it. For now, Green would go into it somewhat blindly, adopting meditative practices that were as good as cringy stereotypes.
Eyes closed, Green took long, slow breaths as he focused on the sounds of nature around him. The gentle waves breathing in and out again, the rustle of leaves on trees along the promenade behind, the coo of coastal birds flying above them. ❝ I don’t think this one’s for me. ❞ Mick eventually pointed out, Green blinking his eyes open again as he glanced over to watch his boyfriend. ❝ No? ❞ He was gentle as he asked, soon stretching his legs out as he watched the ocean. ❝ That’s okay. There’ll be something out there for you. ❞
❝ What are you guys doing, anyways? ❞ Green then glanced over his shoulder to meet Addy’s gaze, looking between Mick and Addy as they spoke before Addy began to address him. ❝ It's going great for me! Anything to get to spend more time with Mickey. ❞ He began to grin after his words cheesy enough to make any person groan. Not Green though; he was shameless as he looked towards Mick, in hopes that his words were enough to cheer Mick up even just for one moment. ❝ I think you’d find it fun, Addy. It’s calming… Oh my days, I’m actually a little tired from all this fresh air, you know. Is that even a thing?! ❞
Instead of wallowing on his worries, he’d gladly put aside his own grief to act as a pillar of strength in the household, for Mick and for Arlo alike. He hoped that he wasn’t being annoying with his intense joy and Cheshire grins but if his assumed happiness could help inspire Mick to push on then he’d do so gladly. Truth be told, Green didn’t really know what could actually help when someone struggled with their own cruel mind. Personally, Green was fortunate enough to have never had a lasting spell of depression. Good for his soul, but not so good for his capability to understand. But, he tried. He really tried because he couldn’t help but care intensely for the man he loved.
Maybe he didn’t know how to best help, but he would use his own initiative to try and encourage Mick. If Mick had days where he didn’t want to leave their room, Green would suggest that they go out and do something the next day. A careful encouragement instead of pushing Mick to his limits. If Mick didn’t feel like eating, Green would make sure he’d prepare Mick’s favourite meals for him instead. Whilst he’d do so wordlessly, his lips could not help but twitch a smile whenever he’d see Mick eventually pick at a meal he actually enjoyed. He’d call that a success in his books.
And, on days where Mick felt hopeless in his thoughts, Green would help out in suggesting things for Mick to try out. If Mick was hesitant, then Green would join in so that they could do it together. Well, that was what Green thought he was doing anyways — actually being less helpful that he thought he was being. Today was one of those days. Green didn’t know much about mindfulness but he’d spoken to a couple of Northerners in the past about their love for meditation to ease the mind. That sounded like something that could do Mick the world of good if Green knew how to guide him through it. For now, Green would go into it somewhat blindly, adopting meditative practices that were as good as cringy stereotypes.
Eyes closed, Green took long, slow breaths as he focused on the sounds of nature around him. The gentle waves breathing in and out again, the rustle of leaves on trees along the promenade behind, the coo of coastal birds flying above them. ❝ I don’t think this one’s for me. ❞ Mick eventually pointed out, Green blinking his eyes open again as he glanced over to watch his boyfriend. ❝ No? ❞ He was gentle as he asked, soon stretching his legs out as he watched the ocean. ❝ That’s okay. There’ll be something out there for you. ❞
❝ What are you guys doing, anyways? ❞ Green then glanced over his shoulder to meet Addy’s gaze, looking between Mick and Addy as they spoke before Addy began to address him. ❝ It's going great for me! Anything to get to spend more time with Mickey. ❞ He began to grin after his words cheesy enough to make any person groan. Not Green though; he was shameless as he looked towards Mick, in hopes that his words were enough to cheer Mick up even just for one moment. ❝ I think you’d find it fun, Addy. It’s calming… Oh my days, I’m actually a little tired from all this fresh air, you know. Is that even a thing?! ❞
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I'LL EAT UP ALL YOUR PAIN, TAKE IN ALL THE BLAME
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[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 4.2px; word-spacing: 1.9px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]BE THAT SOMEONE TO COMPLAIN TO — NOTES.