You don't have to do this alone, Theo. That's what I'm saying. *Krishna says, her voice soft yet serious as she cradles — 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

— 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭's cheek.*

Oh, Theo... *Krishna was at a loss for words as she listens to 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭's broken words, holding him close to her. She didn't know —

— what to say to make 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 feel better. She didn't know if there was /anything/ she could say. So she held him to her as he —

— sobbed, closing her own eyes as she felt them fill with tears.* 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

*Krishna knew this was not the time to get angry at 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, but she still worried for him. Drinking and Theo were not a good —

— combination, not at all. So she waited at the doorway, wrapped in her robe, and spoke quietly.* Theo, you don't need that. 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

And you think sinking into alcoholism is going to make that better? No. *Krishna says firmly, reaching out and taking 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭's —

— bottle.* No, you don't get to talk to me like that. I've done nothing but love and support you through all of this. I — 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

— refuse to watch you do this to yourself when there's a million other options to help. 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

No, you're not. *Krishna says, snatching his keys right back and standing in front of the door; blocking 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.* You really —

— think I'm going to let you drive after you drank half a bottle? 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

You know I hate when you call me that. 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Tomorrow morning when you're sober and it's safe to drive. *Releases a slow sigh.* I'll go with you. 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Are you /serious/? 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Yes I do whine about it. You're not going now. *Snatches the keys out of 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭's hand, her jaw set.*

Hello.

My baby.

Mwah.