For a moment I sit and listen, trying to look any which way except for the two men by me. The longing to slide to the floor and away from this talk of heartache is almost overwhelming. I’m afraid that currently I’ve made everything worse, and can only give a half hearted smile as Valmont bids the two of us good night.
And Laurence gives the sign for drink three.
My lips part slightly to tell him to slow down, but seeing as he’s just heard the same from someone he knows far better than me I snap my mouth silent.
Blue eyes that I’ve seen so many times in the mirror glace toward the door, and then back at the companion I’ve tried to help. He seems easier now, but perhaps that isn’t the word, maybe the word I am looking for is sloppy.
It would be a lie to say I’m not worried about him. Maybe that’s why I stay instead of slipping out of the bar, like I want to. I don’t have anything to say really, so I just watch him with guarded eyes for several long seconds. He’s had his heart trampled on; there is no way I can leave him in this state…in this place.
“Laurence?” Finally my voice cuts the pause between us.
“Why don’t you let me take you home?” I give him a smile, since I am a stranger and currently am interrupting all of his plans. But this isn’t the place for him; he’d do better to sleep off tonight.
What is that saying?
‘Get it right today, and you may still be here tomorrow.’
I think that’s oddly fitting for Laurence at the moment.
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Date: 2009-02-28 03:29 am (UTC)And Laurence gives the sign for drink three.
My lips part slightly to tell him to slow down, but seeing as he’s just heard the same from someone he knows far better than me I snap my mouth silent.
Blue eyes that I’ve seen so many times in the mirror glace toward the door, and then back at the companion I’ve tried to help. He seems easier now, but perhaps that isn’t the word, maybe the word I am looking for is sloppy.
It would be a lie to say I’m not worried about him. Maybe that’s why I stay instead of slipping out of the bar, like I want to. I don’t have anything to say really, so I just watch him with guarded eyes for several long seconds. He’s had his heart trampled on; there is no way I can leave him in this state…in this place.
“Laurence?” Finally my voice cuts the pause between us.
“Why don’t you let me take you home?” I give him a smile, since I am a stranger and currently am interrupting all of his plans. But this isn’t the place for him; he’d do better to sleep off tonight.
What is that saying?
‘Get it right today, and you may still be here tomorrow.’
I think that’s oddly fitting for Laurence at the moment.