This scene left me unsettled and without a season 2 in the works, I couldn't leave this hanging. So alas...here we are!
The night had replayed over in her head like a broken record of sorts. Not one that was pleasant either. She sat at the table in the kitchen. It was quiet and lonely in the house. Brian had taken off and gone god knows where. Everything came spilling out in that moment. After leaving it bottled up she couldn't hold it in any longer.
You've bloody done it again. You've messed it all up for yourself.
She wondered if she shouldn't of sprung this on him but it was eating her alive now that it was out in the open. It didn't help that Bunny, would potentially find out either and god knows where that would end up.
Instead of reaching for the ovaltine, she went right for a sherry. Yes, she thought, this will calm my nerves.
After downing the sherry, Pauline sat crying. She didn't hear anyone in the house and thought she was alone.
The box in front of her, with the baby things, was now being used as leverage for her head as she sobbed into it. All she could do was cry. The alcohol left her feeling even more depressed and upset.
" Pauline…" Brian finally said, emerging from the shadows of the dark living room. He had just come home.
Sniffling and sobbing, she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge his presence.
He placed his hand on her back and rubbed it gently. He wasn't sure what to say. He was angered and shocked by it. He had questions, but after a long walk to clear his head he didn't want to leave Pauline alone, not like this when she needed someone the most.
The words she said to him, " I did love you. I do love you." echoed in his mind as he walked. Things had been shaky for them until this bloody Ann Summers business rekindled the spark he had for her. The spark that they lost.
There was so much that needed to be said that had been shoved under the rug. They had been keeping up appearances instead of trying to iron out the flaws. Brian found escape in his work. He was passionate about his meats, leaving Pauline alone to drown her sorrows. His constant obsession with work left little time for them to work out their problems which meant they kept building walls.
He sat down beside his wife and pulled her into his arms and let her cry. He rocked them gently back and forth until the crying had ceased and she was steadily breathing.
" I think we should have a proper talk, in the morning. Let's go up to bed. Alright?" Brian proposed.
He could feel Pauline nodding her head against him when he spoke. When he stood up, he kept his arm around her and led them to their bedroom.
Pauline changed and curled in a tight little ball under the blankets and hugged onto her pillows. She didn't say anything to Brian and just shut her eyes to rest, knowing tomorrow was going to be a long one.
When Brian emerged from the bathroom, he saw Pauline's small form curled up in their big bed, making her appear much smaller than she was. He crept over to the bed and finally got in. Instead of turning opposite his wife, he instead pulled her close to him and let his chin rest atop her head, hoping she'd know that he was on her side and willing to hear her out.
" I love you, too." He whispered.