For Priestly
It's been a few days, now. Rachel's finally crawled out of her own ass long enough to wonder about Priestly. Brooke was Rachel's rock. Her best friend. Her savior. Her minder. But Priestly was in love with her. She's not sure who's grieving harder but she knows that when she lays down at night, she's got strong arms holding her together and Priestly has no one. Priestly has that fucking monkey. So she thinks he's probably got it worse.
She's been coaxed into eating something, although she's pretty likely to vomit it back up. That's a whole other beast of a problem. A whole other layer to Brooke leaving that she's not sure she can deal with. If it's true.
She's loaded up some food for him in a basket and set off, figuring their house is as good a place to try as any. She thought about quietly and gracefully making her entrance but she forgot about that stupid ladder. Shit.
"Uh...Priestly?" she calls up, wincing a little as her voice cuts through the quiet. "I've got food and...I'm dressed."
She's been coaxed into eating something, although she's pretty likely to vomit it back up. That's a whole other beast of a problem. A whole other layer to Brooke leaving that she's not sure she can deal with. If it's true.
She's loaded up some food for him in a basket and set off, figuring their house is as good a place to try as any. She thought about quietly and gracefully making her entrance but she forgot about that stupid ladder. Shit.
"Uh...Priestly?" she calls up, wincing a little as her voice cuts through the quiet. "I've got food and...I'm dressed."