Weakness

Rosalyn searches Chad's gaze for the longest moment, trying to find the reassurance she heard in his voice. Trying to find it. To believe it. To cherish it. 

Reaching up her hand, she hesitates just once before gently brushing his cheek. He was so warm. So real. 

"See?" she whispers. "You're doing it to me again. I just can't say no to you, or tell you to walk away." Her finger runs lightly down his jawline then up to glide across his lips. "I feel like I've known you forever. Maybe that's the scariest part of all..."

Unable to withhold her emotions any longer, she falls into him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and burying her head against his chest. "I'm sorry for all this trouble." Her voice wavers as new tears form. "You shouldn't have to deal with my dad, or with me, being a mess like this. I just feel so bad."

Eric grins and nods. He'd learned the hard way not to ignore Angel's advice, and he had too much going on right now to risk going against her orders again. "Got it. Take it easy. I can do that." 

Standing, he winces a little. "Yeah... I'll have it out with Static once I can get back in the saddle." 

Turning to leave, he glances back over his shoulder. "Thanks, Angel..." 

Finally leaving, he makes his way gingerly to the barn where he finds Sparky to help him finish taking care of Static. Then he goes to his bunk. He didn't want to be cooped up all day, but he knew he better stick to his word. 

Once alone, propped up in bed and with an icepack on his leg, he reaches for his cell phone. Flipping it open, he goes to send Stacy a text. She was probably at breakfast by now, and he wanted to let her know what was happening.

A...n.......h...

"Oh, wait..."

g....e...l....... s...a...i....d....

"Ugh."

Eric's fingers fumble with the small buttons. It was bad enough he couldn't spell worth a hoot to begin with, and now he was trying to text on this silly little phone. Eventually, he types out a much shorter message than planned.

Come c me My bunk

"Hey, I hadn't thought of that..." Jared grins. "If I need therapy on my shoulder, I'm gonna ask for you specifically." 

Shifting around a little, he nods his agreement. "Picnic, then legs. I wanna work on it, regardless of my shoulder though. I..." He pauses, biting his lower lip. "I know even if I'm not doing real well in the mood department, I need to keep up with the therapy, so... yeah." 

Glancing around her, he quirks an eyebrow, changing the subject. "So what fine morsels have you brought today? You know food is my weakness..."