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
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He wonders if he should've sent down a bucket, too, if she's got her hands full, but he doesn't do anything about it.
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"Okay," she grunts, setting the basket down inside. "Raylan and Danny cornered me and finally made me eat something. Now I'm doing it to you."
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It probably looks a little pathetic, but he's having trouble motivating himself to do anything else.
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"Priestly, you don't have to talk to me, but I'm going to stay here until you eat something. I know you don't want to but you can't just fade away."
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