Barbie wasn't stupid, nor was he blind. He knew Jessica was falling further and further into a bottle and doing everything she could to lose herself. She was out at all hours to the point it was rare for him to catch her, she hid the visible evidence from him, but it was still on her breath and in her hair and skin, he did his best for her by leaving her little notes to remind her he was there, tried to help her by doing both of their jobs, and took care of her when she passed out from too much alcohol, but he knew it was a losing battle. She was slipping away from him.
When he came into her room, he guessed she hadn't been expecting him...or maybe she'd just given up on trying, but it hurt to see. He'd known, but she'd been successful at hiding just how bad it had gotten; the state she and her room was in was an eye-opener. There'd been something he'd been thinking about for weeks now, a subject he knew he'd have to approach carefully if he was going to have any success with it, but this was the final push that let him know he couldn't wait anymore.
Barbie collected all the bottles and set them by the door so an avox he called could collect them, then he set about putting her room back together as she slept. The last thing he did was take her diary and place it, pages still open, on her bedside table. A glass of water sat where the bottles had once been and he brought it over to the table as well before climbing into her bed with her and pulling her into his lap.
"Jessica. Jess, wake up." His voice was gentle but firm, the hand that traced down her face and ran over her hair was only loving. Even if seeing her destroy herself broke his heart, he would continue to love her in spite of herself; the woman he fell for was still with him but she was sick and, if he wanted to save her, standing around hoping it would get better wasn't an option.
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When he came into her room, he guessed she hadn't been expecting him...or maybe she'd just given up on trying, but it hurt to see. He'd known, but she'd been successful at hiding just how bad it had gotten; the state she and her room was in was an eye-opener. There'd been something he'd been thinking about for weeks now, a subject he knew he'd have to approach carefully if he was going to have any success with it, but this was the final push that let him know he couldn't wait anymore.
Barbie collected all the bottles and set them by the door so an avox he called could collect them, then he set about putting her room back together as she slept. The last thing he did was take her diary and place it, pages still open, on her bedside table. A glass of water sat where the bottles had once been and he brought it over to the table as well before climbing into her bed with her and pulling her into his lap.
"Jessica. Jess, wake up." His voice was gentle but firm, the hand that traced down her face and ran over her hair was only loving. Even if seeing her destroy herself broke his heart, he would continue to love her in spite of herself; the woman he fell for was still with him but she was sick and, if he wanted to save her, standing around hoping it would get better wasn't an option.