Disclaimer: I own them not. I like them a lot. Eat pie.
Author's Note: It's not what you think. I mean what in this story has gone with grace. Anyway if it's poorly written I am sorry. I'm also sorry for neglecting you. I love you. You have to know that. I don't love you like I have pictures of you getting out of the shower love but more like the less creepy but equally freaky I have a bear of your underwear love. Don't worry I don't wear it or anything. That would be weird.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
'Josh what's going on?' she asked him worried out of her mind.
'Nothing,' Josh said vaguely. 'Nothing really.'
'I find that hard to believe,' she said in a mocking tone. It felt nice to smile, she loved that he could make her smile.
'No really it was something about Toby and Sam with the thing. And then C.J. was yelling. And Leo said he didn't need to fire me.' He was mumbling. Not really slurring but he was defiantly not sober.
'Josh I'm not going to be back for a few days,' she warned him. 'If you could… I don't know avoid any kind of crisis.'
'Right,' h responded.
There was a soft pause. He could hear her sigh, she sounded sad.
'How are you doing?' he asked, sweetly, calmly and most obviously to avoid the conversation that he was supposed to be having.
'I'm fine,' she told him in grey honesty. 'My mom is having a hard time.'
Josh didn't know what to say. He'd lost a parent. It's hard to explain the pain. It's something that you can understand though. Losing your dad wasn't as bad as losing your child or your wife. Josh couldn't imagine living without Donna.
'Take as much time as you need,' he told her sympathetically and with just a tad of desperation.
She smiled sadly. 'To tell you the truth I can't wait to get home.'
Home to him. That's what she really meant. She couldn't wait to get back to Josh.
'My mom's got my sister,' she told him. 'It's just so sad here. Too sad. I've got nothing to do but….' She didn't know how to explain it. 'But to avoid my feelings.'
We do that here well enough, Josh thought to himself.
'I mean if I cry I'm going to start a riot,' she told him. 'My mom is crying. My sisters are crying. Everyone is crying. But no if Donna starts to cry then everything is going to go to hell.' She let out a sharp breath.
'You sound like you're needed,' he told her softly.
'I hate being needed,' she whimpered. She started to cry.
Josh just stood still and listened to her. He didn't know how to comfort a crying woman when they were in close proximity to him let alone across the phone. So he sat down slowly and just listened.
'I'm sorry,' she told him after a few minutes.
'Don't be,' he told her. She might not like to be needed but he liked that she needed him. 'I'm sorry.'
She sighed out laughter. 'Why are you sorry?'
There were so many reasons. He just couldn't think of one. 'I just am.'
'Thank you,' she told him.
There was a brief silence. 'Anyway why'd you call?'
She paused. She couldn't really remember. 'I just needed someone to listen.'
'Well,' Josh said with a smirk. 'I'm always here.'
'Thanks again,' she said getting ready to hang up. 'I'll call you later.'
'Okay Donna,' Josh responded. 'I love you.'
Wait, he though. Did I just say that aloud?