#writing gareth's pov was sooo fun but also felt like that video of the show 'you' without joe's narration

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NEXT and POV for the writing asks! :)

(no excuses writing meme, askbox version)

ty for the ask!!! <3 answering this for 'untitled laurel grief fic #2' :)

NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

“Oh,” he said, his voice softened into something gentler than the pity Laurel had braced herself for.

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

[i feel like this question is mayyybe intended for a multichap wip? but i'm not a multichap girly so. have laurel opening the door for gareth, from gareth's perspective!] Gareth shifted the stack of tupperware containers that were slowly growing cold in his arms—he'd wanted to bring her food, just in case she hadn't eaten, but was too worried about getting here as soon as possible to think to put the leftovers in a bag. He hadn't even gotten dressed, just shoved his feet into whatever shoes were closest to the front door and headed out in his pajamas and coat. He took a breath, mentally braced himself for whatever awaited him on the other side of the door, and knocked. "Laurel? It's me, Gareth." The shuffling from inside went silent. A sniff. And then, Laurel's choked voice, struggling to stay level. "I…I shouldn’t have called. I, um. I don’t feel well, and I don’t wanna get you sick, so. You should go." Dammit. Of course she was trying to push him away. He sighed, lips twisted in a frown. He wasn't about to leave her like this—especially with how she'd sounded on the phone. "Can I come in?" He waited, brows drawn in worry and breath held in an anxious ball in his chest. The door creaked open. Her name curled in pity on his tongue—Laurel, teary eyes red-rimmed and face puffy, still in disheveled work clothes, looking smaller than he'd ever seen her. He swallowed it back. She didn't need that, didn't need him to say her name in the sound of the apologies she'd already heard God knew how many times. Gareth put the containers down, wrapped his arms around her, and held her as tight as he could.