You can’t just eyeball it? [ But he’s walking over, nudging away a box of clothes he’d halfheartedly opened a couple months back and then left, still full, next to the couch.
It just hadn’t factored in. Shelves, unpacking, whatever the fuck was still stacked in corners around his apartment never had a chance to register through the noise and the triage nightmare of the last year. It had taken Richie asking and Carmen failing to give a satisfying answer as to the state of his apartment to finally get here, at shelves and tables. He hadn't even had it in him to argue all that much with Richie over the offer of help, convince him it wasn't necessary -- it would've just made things a little more insufferable for everyone but, also, really, it hadn't been unappreciated.
The sense that shit could blow at any second, that jagged sharp edge that had, to Carmen, been the shape of their relationship in the months after he got back -- it had changed. Still sharp, not as jagged, he figures. Better. Getting better. There's a familiar weight to it he doesn't think about because there's already too much to think about, too much to do.
He drops the bag of hardware store supplies against the wall, at their feet. ] Table after, sure.
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You can’t just eyeball it? [ But he’s walking over, nudging away a box of clothes he’d halfheartedly opened a couple months back and then left, still full, next to the couch.
It just hadn’t factored in. Shelves, unpacking, whatever the fuck was still stacked in corners around his apartment never had a chance to register through the noise and the triage nightmare of the last year. It had taken Richie asking and Carmen failing to give a satisfying answer as to the state of his apartment to finally get here, at shelves and tables. He hadn't even had it in him to argue all that much with Richie over the offer of help, convince him it wasn't necessary -- it would've just made things a little more insufferable for everyone but, also, really, it hadn't been unappreciated.
The sense that shit could blow at any second, that jagged sharp edge that had, to Carmen, been the shape of their relationship in the months after he got back -- it had changed. Still sharp, not as jagged, he figures. Better. Getting better. There's a familiar weight to it he doesn't think about because there's already too much to think about, too much to do.
He drops the bag of hardware store supplies against the wall, at their feet. ] Table after, sure.