Brennan's leaning back into Angela's couch, nursing a small glass of incredibly expensive wine. It's more for show though. No one wants to drink alone, especially when they're upset.
Angela's on the opposite end of the couch. She ditched the glass entirely and just has an open bottle or red wine sitting in her lap. The air is still. There hasn't been any conversation in over five minutes.
Brennan leans over and places her glass on the coffee table.
"You seem to be doing a lot better emotionally than I thought you'd be."
Angela looks over, then looks down to the almost empty bottle.
"I'm just trying not to care."
"Given the outcome of your previous relationships and this one combined , I'd say that's close to impossible. But nothing is impossible."
Angela laughs.
"Thanks honey."
Silence hangs in the air again. The dim lit room creates a tired atmosphere.
Angela finally starts to move. She sets the bottle on the floor next to the couch and stretches out her legs before shifting them to the floor and lifting herself off the couch.
"Brennan, if you don't mind, I think I want to sleep this off."
"Would you still like me to-"
"Yeah. Please." Angela turns around and starts walking to her bedroom "I'll be in the shower okay? You know where everything is I assume."
Brennan just smiles lightly. This isn't the first time this has happened. It's been a while, granted, but she won't object to it. She knows Angela is hurting, and she knows what makes her feel better.
Walking into Angela's bedroom, Brennan hears the faint sound of the shower- water falling to the bottom of the tub. If anyone needs the therapeutic aesthetic of a shower right now, it's Angela, and Brennan knows not to rush her. She walks to Angela's dresser and opens the top drawer. There's short shorts and tank tops neatly folded. Brennan chooses a blank top and a grey bottom. She changed into the clothes and finds a comfortable spot on Angela's bed. It's almost instinct to pick the left side now.
When Angela reappears twenty minutes later in her bedroom, Brennan is almost asleep. Legs crossed slightly, head tilted slightly to the left. Angela smiles. Still in her towel, she takes a seat on the opposite side of the bed, breaking Brennan from her barely conscious state.
"Is everything alright Angela?"
Angela just shakes her head.
"No, Bren."
"Well then we should sleep. Once your body and your mind are at a resting point, you will have a period of time where you won't even remember what happened until something triggers your memory of it."
Angela throws the towel to the other side of the room and crawls under the blankets. She doesn't even care to get dressed, she doesn't have the energy to care. She just wants to feel better and forget.
Her back is turned to Brennan when Brennan starts to get comfortable as well. Brennan turns toward Angela, her front facing Angela's back. There's about a foot of space between them.
"Bren?"
"Yes Angela?"
"Can you, can you just hold me?"
Brennan breathes in. She knows she wouldn't do this for anyone else in the world. When she moves in closer, she feels Angela flinch. She knows she's vulnerable right now, and she wants to do everything in her power she possibly can to comfort her.
Her arm wraps around Angela, pulling her closer. Angela's hand rests on top of Brennan's, and she begins to cry. Brennan knows Angela is vulnerable right now, and it's hard for her to understand, but she does the best she can.
Brennan doesn't know what to say, but she knows it's okay. She knows that holding Angela through the night is what she needs, and she knows it won't be the last time this happens, so she makes the most of it. Clinging tightly to Angela's body, she finds a comfortable position for her head to rest, and finds sleep within a matter of minutes. Tomorrow it's going to happen all over again.