I got back on my feet in time for the next round life slapping you upside the head.
A death, very young, 17, victim of violence. Kip to the rescue with tea, biscuits and a shoulder to cry on. It is always hard to lose one so young. It's an ongoing shock.
I'm not sure if it is my place to write the next part, but it will be coloring things for some time to come. S is unwell. Prognosis is bleak. I saw Prof briefly last night, obviously upset. My lover's lover is dying.
We went out on Weds before it was confirmed. He asked me to provide distraction, give him a break from the stress. I let him know I am here for him and also fine to keep well out of the way, whatever it is he needs.
Me: 40s female
Prof: 50s male.