An apology

[garrett_cain]

[sends to Adora, note says 'Sorry']

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[bythewhiteelm]

[sends him a message] I'm sorry too

[once it sends, she reaches for a grape]

[garrett_cain]

[smiles when he reads her message]

[bythewhiteelm]

Wyatt's going to Florida this afternoon, with DG and Doctor Barnes. They're going to get him a cushion for his new chair.

Apparently it will mold to his butt for extreme comfort.

[garrett_cain]

That's good to hear.

Nice! That'll be better than sitting on an uncomfortable chair.

[bythewhiteelm]

He's currently giving Sarah rides up and down the hallway.

[garrett_cain]

Fun! I bet she's loving that, and that helps Wyatt more than he knows.

[bythewhiteelm]

She's hitting levels that Deeg says are breaking the sound barrier. Whatever that means...

[garrett_cain]

I reckon that means she's loud.

[bythewhiteelm]

I can definitely speak to that one. She's echoing off the walls. And floors.

Someone outside may think that someone inside is dying.

[garrett_cain]

As long as it's a happy sound, it should be okay.

[bythewhiteelm]

Not such a happy sound, now.

She didn't like being told she wasn't going to the Other Side.

[garrett_cain]

Aww...time for a distraction.

How are you doing?

[bythewhiteelm]

I'm singing to her. If that doesn't scare her, nothing will!

Today? Right now? In general? Sleep is still hard, but it hasn't been easy for a long time. Wyatt thinks I should talk to someone like your Doctor Sloane, but I don't think that's a great idea. Not the talking, just the talking to her. She's got enough to deal with with -me-, after all. Don't need to further confuse her with my problems. And that alone makes my head hurt.

[garrett_cain]

I'm sure you'll find someone to talk to.

[bythewhiteelm]

There aren't a lot of people I can say "Well, when I was still dead..." to that won't think I'm just a touch crazy.

[garrett_cain]

That is true...but you have us when you need to talk.