Closed to Erica

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John hated being helpless. He couldn't bring back Tyler, couldn't do anything to erase that dead look on Erica's face. It made him want to rage, or, at his lowest find a nice bottle to crawl into. But that would be negatively helpful

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Erica's lying on her side in bed, and finally, she hasn't been crying. Finally, when she lies with her own thoughts, the tears don't come right away. The come sometimes, but not right now.

When she hears him come in, she makes an effort to actually get up, to look presentable for him when she couldn't even make it through a shift at work.

"Hi," she says softly, eying the bowl. "Peanut butter," she says with a soft smile.

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"Yeah," he smiles back, and sits on the bed, handing her the bowl and putting the milk on the end table.

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"Tucking her legs underneath herself, she takes a bowl and a bite of the peanut butter, closing her eyes as her lips wrap around the spoon. Sighing happily, she looks over at him.

"You always know what I need. Every time. How?"

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He leans down to kiss her.

"Because you decide that you need whatever I'm able to give."