Better... Yet Worried

Today was a little better for me. Finally, sleep came last night, enough to get me through the day. Bobby's been to Carmel Ridge quite a bit the past couple of weeks. He looked bad today. His eyes were heavy, and his face troubled. "Emma" could even sense his anguish. We both put up the grand facade in front of her, knowing she has to believe we're happy and ok no matter what. I took him aside before he left, asking him to step outside and having a cigarette with me before leaving.

I told him I'd had a really hard week, and it looked as if he had as well. He stood silent, looking at me, the look was understood. He and I are so much alike, in so many ways. Sometimes it kills me that he doesn't see that. I took his hand for a brief moment, telling I'm here if he ever needs someone to talk to- about anything. Everyone needs someone. The strongest of us have our weak moments. We all need someone to catch us when we fall. I smiled at him as he left. It was the first time I'd genuinely seen him smile in days. He said "thank you" so softly, as if those were the hardest words he'd ever said. So humble, without pride. I hope whatever is bothering him, that he'll be ok- and if he does need help, that he won't be too proud to reach out for help.