Bass had either been too protective of his heart, refusing to let most people in, or not nearly enough--giving all of it and himself without holding anything back. That meant, basically, he'd loved rarely, and he didn't really get over it. He hadn't gotten over Alex, even though he'd felt certain that them parting was the best thing for Alex. He hadn't wanted to let go, though, and now...now he was trying hard to not push for too much too fast. They'd both been through a lot the past couple of years, both had wounds that weren't totally healed--mental, emotional, physical, all three.
But he liked to think they were healing, and he moved quickly to meet Alex as he came in, taking a couple of the bags.
"I think we're gonna be well-provisioned for a while, with all this."
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Date: 2020-08-18 02:35 am (UTC)But he liked to think they were healing, and he moved quickly to meet Alex as he came in, taking a couple of the bags.
"I think we're gonna be well-provisioned for a while, with all this."