Marlowe
I found Preacher in the medical bay that evening, understanding I needed a perspective outside the immediate wedding planning chaos, someone who'd navigate his own complicated journey toward vulnerability with Sable these past months and might actually understand the particular shape of my anxiety.
"Can I ask you something?" I said, settling onto the edge of an exam table while he organized supplies.
"Depends what it is."
"How did you finally let yourself trust things with Sable? After everything, after years of estrangement and fear about losing her again — how did you actually move past the anxiety enough to just be present in the relationship?"
Preacher considered the question seriously, setting down his work to give it proper attention. "Didn't, entirely," he admitted. "St
