It's late afternoon going into early evening, and Bill is under the sink in Starla's bathroom, tinkering with the drainpipe. The pipe leaks a little bit, and in his continuing efforts to be useful and stay busy, Bill is fiddling ( Read more... )

Starla had class today which left Bill alone to sleep in and putter around. He managed to make it to the grocery store and back, something he's quite proud of, and is putting the finishing touches on dinner before she gets home ( Read more... )

["You have to be happy, okay?"]

The bottle doesn't last and eventually he drags himself to his feet to go downstairs for another.

He isn't thinking about Starla when he leaves his room and staggers down the stairs.

He isn't thinking about Kate when he leans heavily on the counter and orders.

Bar hesitates and he lets out a cracked, "Please. ( Read more... )

[after this]It's early afternoon when Bill wakes, cracking his eyes open as sunlight filters in through the curtains. Squinting at the brightness he takes in a slow breath and the first thing he notices is he's not hung-over; given the last few weeks it's something to note. From there he moves on to realizing the room doesn't seem familiar and then ( Read more... )

[A couple days after this and this]He couldn't stay in his room anymore, there's too much of her still there and he doesn't have the strength to live with it right now. He can't go home either. He's not ready to be that alone yet ( Read more... )