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Summary: You figured you would just ride out your latest depressive episode without bothering your boyfriend. Turns out, he knows you maybe better than you know yourself.

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You shouldn't look so surprised. You gave me a spare key. I called too. But you didn't pick up.

Here.

[bag being put down]

Your favorite blanket of mine.

What do mean why? It's obvious. You're depressed, right?

Look. It's me. You can drop the bullshit. No need for it.

I mean it. Cut the crap. Just . . . tell me what's going on.

I knew you were because I know you. You're like a little ball of sunshine. Bright. Warm. Never stops talking. But when you pull away like this . . . it's not like you. You're not quiet.

Look, just because I don't talk about my feelings and shit, doesn't mean that I don't want to hear about yours.

Depression is a fucking monster, okay? It doesn't fight fair. It doesn't make sense. And I get that some people think you can just power through . . . but you're in pain. Real pain. I've seen it. You were laughing at something your friend said, but your eyes were just . . . blank. And maybe she couldn't see it.

But I could.

I told you, you don't have to hide this from me. I don't care. I just . . . I want you to feel better, okay? And if anyone gives you shit, I'll handle it.

No, I don't care who. If your Mom calls and complains, I'll handle her. You just need to focus on you. Focus on feeling better.

No, it's not all in your head. Who told you that? I'll set them straight.

. . . look, I'm not good at the touchy-feely stuff. Just . . . I don't like seeing you like this. And I hate that I can't do anything for you other than sit here and give you a blanket. It drives me crazy.

No, don't comfort me. I don't need it. You need to focus on you. What brought this on?

Think. It has to be something.

No, don't cry, shhhh, fuck, I'm doing this all wrong . . . Please don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you. I'm pissed off at me.

Of course I love you.

No, maybe I don't. I'll say it as many times you need to hear it now.

. . . I told you. The feelings thing. It's hard. But I'm trying. I do love you. You know that. Maybe the depression is fucking with your brain, but it's true. I love you.

[kiss]

It's okay. Cry.

I don't care. It's me. You don't need to pretend you're fine.

I've got you. Shhh . . . I know. It's gonna be okay. Maybe not now. But soon. It will get better.

Here. The blanket, let me wrap it around you. Better?

I don't know why you like it. It's a piece of junk. Pretty sure it's got a few holes.

I know you love it. Still don't get the appeal.

. . . reminds you of me? Not sure if I should be flattered or not.

[laughter]

No, it's good. A real smile. Not the fake stuff.

I was worried I wouldn't see one for awhile.

I do. You're my . . . you're everything. So, if you feel like shit, I do too. It's hard for me to say the words sometimes. But, I hope you know--

[kiss]

Is that a yes? Good.

Tell me what's going on in that twisted brain of yours.

That's a lie. It is. You're not a screw up. I mean, fuck, baby, you're a wonder. You work full-time, do charity work, hang out with your friends and still find time for me. Honestly, it's no wonder you burnt out like this.

It's okay to just take time for yourself. Tell people no. Tell me no. I mean, if you need a day to just be by yourself then who can judge?

If you're tired, sleep.

It's fine. If that's what you need, then that's what you need. Do you want company?

I can always nap. It's a special talent of mine.

Okay. Then, let's go lie down.

Here. Under the sheets.

. . . don't thank me. This is nothing. I . . . I want to be here for you.

Comfy?

Good. Close your eyes then, I'm here. I've got you.

Well, if you're still depressed when you wake up then we'll deal with it. That's what we do, right? We handle shit.

Yeah. A team.

Go to sleep.

. . . I love you too.