Angie chuckled. "I'm not surprised, I did sort of disappear off the face of the planet for a little while." It had been the only way for her to cope with the grief, even though she wished she had been able to stick around. It would be different now. She had ideas about how to get things to be a little more stable. At least Cash had found people like Gallivan and Greengrass to fill the void. Though she didn't know either one of them very well, she was sort of grateful.
"Yeah, we've been really close since back in school." Graduation had been an odd shift, but they'd managed, even with the strange places they sometimes found themselves. Ang found herself debating on just how much to divulge here. Her question and attitude would probably be lackluster without giving more details, but she also knew Cash never talked about Eli to anyone but her. "We had another friend," she decided to keep it sorta vague. "My partner, but there was an accident." A murder, but that didn't need to be part of the story. "It was really hard for the both of us, we dealt with it very differently." She'd up and left and he'd sunk further down than she had realized at the time, but was starting to wrap her head around just how bad it had gotten in her intermittent absences.
Taking a sip of her bourbon to give herself a moment to catch her breath, Angie sighed softly. "But I know more about Cash than most people," and probably more than Gallivan would have her know, but she wasn't one to judge. "I've known for a long time that a marriage like what he has wasn't something he wanted." Her look turned a little more meaningful. She'd gotten out of that life and hadn't looked back, but he didn't have that option. Sometimes she regretted it, leaving when she could have been in a place to cover for him, but even then, it would have been a stretch. "So when I scoff about that situation, it leaves a really bitter taste in my mouth." Angie hated seeing him any kind of miserable, especially when she couldn't do anything about it. Honestly she didn't even know how he did it sometimes.
"Yeah, we've been really close since back in school." Graduation had been an odd shift, but they'd managed, even with the strange places they sometimes found themselves. Ang found herself debating on just how much to divulge here. Her question and attitude would probably be lackluster without giving more details, but she also knew Cash never talked about Eli to anyone but her. "We had another friend," she decided to keep it sorta vague. "My partner, but there was an accident." A murder, but that didn't need to be part of the story. "It was really hard for the both of us, we dealt with it very differently." She'd up and left and he'd sunk further down than she had realized at the time, but was starting to wrap her head around just how bad it had gotten in her intermittent absences.
Taking a sip of her bourbon to give herself a moment to catch her breath, Angie sighed softly. "But I know more about Cash than most people," and probably more than Gallivan would have her know, but she wasn't one to judge. "I've known for a long time that a marriage like what he has wasn't something he wanted." Her look turned a little more meaningful. She'd gotten out of that life and hadn't looked back, but he didn't have that option. Sometimes she regretted it, leaving when she could have been in a place to cover for him, but even then, it would have been a stretch. "So when I scoff about that situation, it leaves a really bitter taste in my mouth." Angie hated seeing him any kind of miserable, especially when she couldn't do anything about it. Honestly she didn't even know how he did it sometimes.
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