II.His place is nearest, so that's where we go.
By the time we reach it, his mood hasn't improved and I'm exhausted. It feels like it has been a long day, even if it's only ten-thirty.
The disaster zone in his living room that I remember from Saturday has changed significantly. All of the mess, the reminders of his struggles, are tidied away.
I sit down on the sofa and stare at nothing. He wanders off somewhere, but I haven't got the energy to go after him. He's obviously still upset and although I tried already, I'm not sure how to make it better.
The seriousness of everything that has happened is starting to sink in. If John hadn't come in when he did, who knows how far d**k would've gone? Sure, I got angry enough to make a scene. But physically, I couldn't have done a damn thing. He
