Sep 8
A best friend absorbs half your sadness and amplifies twice your joy.
Tony sat in the back room of Abby's lab, watching her through the glass.
He had originally come down to the Goth because he was upset. It was silly really – someone had stolen his car. But it had touched something deep inside of him and he needed comfort. Abby would always provide that.
There was something about her, past the dog collars and tattoos, that made her appear welcoming to everyone. Tony wasn't sure if it was her smile or her desire to hug everyone the moment she met them. But she could cure all ills by simply being present.
Even if she was in the next room. Evidence was evidence and it had to be run. Still, she had left him with Bert and promised she wouldn't go far in case he needed her. She was shooting him comforting smiles through the glass even as she mixed samples and prepped Major Mass Spec.
He had no idea how he was so lucky to have her in his life. Someone who cared for everybody. Someone who would share his sadness and his joy in equal measure. She didn't mind if it was because of something trivial; she knew it was important to him and she would accept it.
He smiled as she entered the room again.
"Major Mass Spec will be busy for a while," she told him. "So now I can spend more time with you."