Remorse and Recompense

(( Written from phone on half hour lunch break; short by necessity. Sorry. x.x ))

Steak... check.

Garlic bread... check.

Aasparagus... check.

Wait... greens? 

He's a guy... Scrap the greens. Double the meat. Get a whole bunch of ale. And brownies. Brownies for dessert. Brownies for brownie points. Except do a couple of LOADED baked potatoes!

Check.

Nat wondered when Ian would get her letter. Hopefully in time to swing by tonight after she got off work.

Hopefully.

They had some poo to work through, and she dearly wanted her buddy back. She herself needed to change and make up for things. Last night she had even instigated instead of retaliated. She had wanted to gloat near the end of the night, too, this time without a prompting from the boss. That wasn't right. That wasn't her.

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach... Works for friends only too, right?

Nat sure hoped so. She wanted things back to normal. She wanted her buddy back. She wanted to feel happy instead of drained with a sore soul all the time. She wanted things back to the way they once were.

Protien. Carbs. Ale. Brownies. And words spoken with difficult humility.

I want my buddy back.