Molly Stearns (
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A few days after New Year's, things go back to normal.
Well, for a given value of the word, anyway. There aren't animals roaming the city, out for blood anymore; she can go to and from work without worrying that she's about to get attacked by something. She might even be able to start getting more than a few hours of sleep every night. Actually normal, though, is still the long way off. Her boss is still in the hospital, and though he'll be fine physically, hasn't been taking well emotionally to the loss of his eye. Two out of six city council members are dead. It's going to be a long time before things are functioning the way they used to, and Molly is acutely aware of it, unbelievably fucking exhausted, barely able to wrap her head around everything going on. She can focus on work while she's doing it, but that's about all she can do, or, at least, all she's been able to do before now. Things are starting to settle. The most they can do from here is try to pick up the pieces.
Part of doing so is thinking ahead, now that she can. Both Phyllis and Amit's funerals will be next week, and as much as she can't stand the thought of it, there's not really any way she can get out of being there for both. And with both in such quick succession, no matter how awful she feels for considering it, she probably can't get away with wearing the same dress to both. Being at least pretty sure that it's safe now, she goes to the mall after work with that in mind, trying to ignore the way her stomach turns. She hates funerals, inevitably winds up thinking about what hers must have been like when the subject comes up, which doesn't help matters any when the deaths themselves are so upsetting. Phyllis had a family, kids who'll grow up now without their mother. Amit may have been kind of a douchebag, but he was smart, and five fucking years younger than her. Regardless, no one deserves to go like that anyway.
She's just headed inside, trying to figure out where she should start looking for a dress, when her phone goes off in her pocket, and the message on the screen makes her go pale. Orrin Fillby has been found dead on the floor of his apartment, the side of his neck bitten out by his myna bird the night before. No one thought to look before now. The very idea of it is so fucked up that for a moment all she can do is stand there, stunned, not even realizing that she's frozen in the middle of a shopping mall.
Well, for a given value of the word, anyway. There aren't animals roaming the city, out for blood anymore; she can go to and from work without worrying that she's about to get attacked by something. She might even be able to start getting more than a few hours of sleep every night. Actually normal, though, is still the long way off. Her boss is still in the hospital, and though he'll be fine physically, hasn't been taking well emotionally to the loss of his eye. Two out of six city council members are dead. It's going to be a long time before things are functioning the way they used to, and Molly is acutely aware of it, unbelievably fucking exhausted, barely able to wrap her head around everything going on. She can focus on work while she's doing it, but that's about all she can do, or, at least, all she's been able to do before now. Things are starting to settle. The most they can do from here is try to pick up the pieces.
Part of doing so is thinking ahead, now that she can. Both Phyllis and Amit's funerals will be next week, and as much as she can't stand the thought of it, there's not really any way she can get out of being there for both. And with both in such quick succession, no matter how awful she feels for considering it, she probably can't get away with wearing the same dress to both. Being at least pretty sure that it's safe now, she goes to the mall after work with that in mind, trying to ignore the way her stomach turns. She hates funerals, inevitably winds up thinking about what hers must have been like when the subject comes up, which doesn't help matters any when the deaths themselves are so upsetting. Phyllis had a family, kids who'll grow up now without their mother. Amit may have been kind of a douchebag, but he was smart, and five fucking years younger than her. Regardless, no one deserves to go like that anyway.
She's just headed inside, trying to figure out where she should start looking for a dress, when her phone goes off in her pocket, and the message on the screen makes her go pale. Orrin Fillby has been found dead on the floor of his apartment, the side of his neck bitten out by his myna bird the night before. No one thought to look before now. The very idea of it is so fucked up that for a moment all she can do is stand there, stunned, not even realizing that she's frozen in the middle of a shopping mall.
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Maybe this one is just too deep. He'd understand that, too.
"Well, you know if you do ever wanna talk about that shit, all you gotta do is call. Katie'll understand." Katie's just about the most understanding person in the world and Russell tries not to take advantage of that, but it's different when it comes to friends and their needs.
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It's not like she wouldn't tell him, if he asked, but with no reason for him to ask, she's not sure why it would ever come up. That may well be for the best. She doesn't want him to start looking at her like she's dead here, too.
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"Yeah, I get that," he says. "You never know how a person might react, too, and I guess that's the scariest part of all of it, huh? The not knowing."
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What happened to her isn't the same as what Russell had done. She deserves a hell of a lot more than he does. He hopes Lee knows that.
"I guess... I mean, shit, it's not like he needs to know every last detail if you don't wanna tell him. Our past might inform our decisions, but it's not the only thing that matters."
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It has to suck for people who don't want be broken up, people who are still in love with whoever they left behind. Not for the first time, Russell's pretty glad he'd never had a chance to develop a relationship like that. Katie's not the first relationship he's ever had, but she's the first to really mean something to him.
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"Yeah, he seems like a pretty trustworthy guy," he agrees, giving her a gentle nudge with his elbow and a grin. "I mean, hell, if you and Katie forgave me for... for all that shit, then I figure Lee deserves some trust when it comes to someone who's not even here, right?" He doesn't talk about it much, all that happened when he was sick, but sometimes he needs to bring it up. Sometimes he needs to remind himself to always be careful.
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But Russell's been on high alert with Molly ever since then and he'd been careful about Lee when they had first met. Nothing about the guy suggests he'd ever do something like that and Russell knows he can't just distrust everyone because of that incident.
"I'm glad," he says. "That you got someone like that, someone you can trust."
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"It's kinda nuts, how sometimes it takes somethin' huge like that to really change the way we're lookin' at things, right?" he asks, shaking his head as he gestures at a restaurant, which seems as good a place as any to grab a beer.
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They've both forgiven him for it and he doesn't know why. He has no idea what he's done to deserve that sort of care, but they've given it to him and he knows how lucky he is to have it.
"It'd be nice if I could undo that whole virus," he admits as they're led to a booth. "I'm here and I'm safe, but sometimes I remember my whole town is gone."
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"It's shit, though, that sometimes the fucked up things have to happen to make room for the good things," he says.
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"Nah, you're right. It's kinda crazy how much shit has changed," he says. "And nutty animals or not, I'd rather be here than anywhere else."
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"Besides, between the three of us and all the shit we know how to do, I think we're primed for any situation thrown our way," he adds, grinning. "Guess Lee's probably pretty useful to have around, too."
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It's not that he thinks he's bad at it, he knows Katie wouldn't have agreed to let him officially adopt Jamie if he were and he doubts she'd want to marry him, but at the same time he knows what he's doing now is a pretty big deal. He has to help raise a little person and make him into a good, functional human being.
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It's crazy to think about. Amazing and scary and just plain crazy, but he loves it.
"It doesn't really feel any different, but it's good knowin' the law isn't gonna get in our way on anything," he says. "If somethin' were to happen, they can call me, too."
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