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Late Night Knocking
Aug. 12th, 2015 09:17 amI had a surprise visit from Brian last night. Usually, he just texts me after he gets home from work, but he wanted to tell me about the service for Dillar (today at 11), even though he knew I had to work through it. I was really happy to see him, even though I was really sad, too.
He bikes everywhere, so he ran into Charles biking around, too. They chatted a little bit. He told him that Dillar died of a heroin overdose (he told me "probably a drug thing, cuz he was getting into some heavy shit"). Blew my mind. That's not something I would have assumed about him. Anyway, Charles also warned Brian. "She's gonna cry."
And I did. I didn't want to. I tried to keep it to a minimum (tearing up is okay, being a little weepy, fine, but I started really crying). I am always pretty embarrassed about crying in front of a friend for the first time, but this time felt okay. I still felt embarrassed. But Brian did his best to comfort me. He sat across from me on the stairs of my apartment, and the way he looked at me, I could tell he really felt for me, and he did his best to console me with words (Brian has severe OCD, so we hardly ever touch), and we talked about Dillar for a bit.
Just having Brian there, at my house, knowing that he came by to check up on me, made me feel a lot better. I'm still weepy, but at least I (hopefully) don't have to worry about getting that weepy at Java's on Thursday, in public (I thought that would be the next time I see him at all).
Sucks that we're so understaffed at work that I can't go to the service.
He bikes everywhere, so he ran into Charles biking around, too. They chatted a little bit. He told him that Dillar died of a heroin overdose (he told me "probably a drug thing, cuz he was getting into some heavy shit"). Blew my mind. That's not something I would have assumed about him. Anyway, Charles also warned Brian. "She's gonna cry."
And I did. I didn't want to. I tried to keep it to a minimum (tearing up is okay, being a little weepy, fine, but I started really crying). I am always pretty embarrassed about crying in front of a friend for the first time, but this time felt okay. I still felt embarrassed. But Brian did his best to comfort me. He sat across from me on the stairs of my apartment, and the way he looked at me, I could tell he really felt for me, and he did his best to console me with words (Brian has severe OCD, so we hardly ever touch), and we talked about Dillar for a bit.
Just having Brian there, at my house, knowing that he came by to check up on me, made me feel a lot better. I'm still weepy, but at least I (hopefully) don't have to worry about getting that weepy at Java's on Thursday, in public (I thought that would be the next time I see him at all).
Sucks that we're so understaffed at work that I can't go to the service.
