larrysexypaul

Larry’s eyes follow her into the house and he grips his keys in a tight fist. He knew it wasn’t healthy to try and hold himself together all the time, even if it was for Ally’s benefit. He could tell that they were both trying to be strong for the other, but that led to sullen silences and distance between them, which is the last thing he wants. When the door shuts behind her, he gathers the strength to get out of the car and follow her inside.

He shuts the door quietly and listens for the sound of his family. Met with only the cold quiet that had plagued them for the past day, he trudges toward his office and tosses his things onto his desk. Larry drapes his leather jacket over his chair and then heads toward the kitchen to locate his wife. They had to be there for one another. There was no other way through the thicket of their jumbled emotions.

       Ally stood with one palm resting against the countertop while the other moves up to rub absently at her eyes, an exasperated sigh leaking from her. She’d been trying to keep herself strong, though any strength she might have had, was quickly fading. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this…” She murmurs under her breath, her palm then moving up to press against her forehead. So far, they were doing a pretty good job at drawing strength from one another, though at some point; she knew they were both going to crumble.

Given the silence of the house, she would assume that Matthew was mostly likely still in his room, or Julian’s, and Renee was probably upstairs where she could be close to Katie if she became fussy. Absently, Ally turns and hops up onto the counter, the back of her head then resting against the cabinet before hearing Larry’s footsteps towards the kitchen. “Hey…” she says, her head tilting slightly as she lifts her eyes towards him.