Sauce

Carson reaches up and takes Katie's hand, giving her a small nod. He knew he could trust her. There were only a very few, but she was one of them. 

"I am in trouble so deep, I can't even see the light anymore," he whispers. "But I'm gonna fix it.... I have to." 

Hearing the timer on the stove, he lets her go and quickly returns to the kitchen to box up the pizza for the other customer. No sooner had he finished and the customer came to pick it up and pay, and then it was Katie's turn. 

Getting her pizza on a tray and slicing it into pieces, Carson sets it on the counter for her to eat there if she liked, and also refills her pop. 

"Hope it tastes okay... I've been working on tweaking the sauce lately." It was a lame start to a conversation, but maybe he felt just a little out of practice having a normal conversation with a friend anymore. 

Jared looks to Grace, though his eyes were rather blank. He'd let her come. He hadn't fought it or told her to leave. But after another week, he was still deeply buried in depression. He'd agreed to finally starting therapy again, but it was obvious he'd been skipping sessions as his legs had very quickly grown weak once again. It was several steps backward, but hopefully it wasn't a permanent setback. 

His barely-touched lunch sat on the nightstand having long-since grown cold. Lydia was doing her best, but he just wasn't hungry anymore, and even if he was, nothing wanted to settle right with him anyway. Miserable wasn't the half of it. 

As Grace becomes a little firmer with his leg, he winces, sucking in his breath. He didn't glare at her though, or complain. The pain was what he deserved. He deserved all of this. He deserved to die.