Bodhi would much rather focus on something he can affect (dentist appointments and PTA conferences and track meets and deadlines) than things he can't (his own shitty coping mechanisms and sometimes-slippery grasp on reality). So he tightens his arms around Cassian's shoulders and taps points between his shoulderblades.
"Yes, but so far, it's been every other day," his ring finger strikes between vertebrae, "If that keeps up, you'll be with us, um, Wednesday and Friday and Sunday," his middle finger drops just inside the wing of a scapula, "Was there anything due by Friday that you can't get done in, um, two days?" index finger to the little wispy hairs at the nape of Cassian's neck, "What kind of bug lasts for a week that we can lie about you having?"
His voice peters out, thumb sliding up the rise of bone behind Cassian's ear. This next part is...not something he wants to pick at, much, but it's the question that rings loudest and most often. "And if it goes on longer than that, how do we tell the kids?"
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Date: 2019-10-30 12:45 am (UTC)"Yes, but so far, it's been every other day," his ring finger strikes between vertebrae, "If that keeps up, you'll be with us, um, Wednesday and Friday and Sunday," his middle finger drops just inside the wing of a scapula, "Was there anything due by Friday that you can't get done in, um, two days?" index finger to the little wispy hairs at the nape of Cassian's neck, "What kind of bug lasts for a week that we can lie about you having?"
His voice peters out, thumb sliding up the rise of bone behind Cassian's ear. This next part is...not something he wants to pick at, much, but it's the question that rings loudest and most often. "And if it goes on longer than that, how do we tell the kids?"