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Scuttled Bender in a Watery Closet
the pipes burst that night
he said, screw this and walks out
to drink with his mates
he doesn't do pipes. he doesn't do domestic and darling, what colour towels do you want for the bathroom and wistful sighs when they pass parents with baby in tow. it was the same thing all over again -- blasted women with their need to sink in roots, and have families and togetherness. the idea makes his skin crawl and he wants to claw himself out so bad.
he tried his best to get pissed drunk that night. but the memory of pam looking completely lost and helpless in that little slinky dress, standing there alone in the toilet with the busted pipes, looking to him for love/support/help/sustenance/a white horse/rescue/plumbing, haunts him for the rest of the night.