Isolation

Waiting

A soft knock came on the door.

"It's open," Peter called out but didn't even stand from his seat on the floor. The door creaked open, and Molly stepped in quietly, a slight smile on her face.

"Hey, Peter."

"Hi." He smiled. He liked Molly.

"I, uh, brought you boys some cookies." She said, revealing the box she was hiding behind her back. "I thought it was a little something that could cheer you up."

"Thank you." He said quietly, and she placed the box on the counter. She jumped a little when she finally noticed Davy at the kitchen table.

"Davy! You scared me."

He didn't respond. When Molly took a step closer, she realized he was sound asleep. His head was only being held up by his two fists.

"Davy?" She asked in a whisper, giving his shoulder a little shake. His fist fell, causing his chin to hit the table and snap the Brit awake.

"Hmm?" He looked around until his eyes landed on Molly. He smiled.

"Good morning, love."

"Good morning."

Peter smiled at them. He loved love. Quietly he stood and stepped outside to give the two a little privacy.

"Um, do you want a cookie? Or biscuit, sorry." She laughed lightly.

"It's alright." He grinned at her correction and nodded. She brought the box over, and he took a chocolate one. He bit into it, and she frowned when she saw how exhausted the man really looked.

"You look like hell."

He sighed and nodded.

"Sorry. Couldn't get much sleep the last few days."

She looked down, and her eyes landed on the phone beside him.

"Have you been sitting here..." she began to put the pieces together, "this whole time just waiting for the phone to ring?"

"Not the whole time. Most of it though, yeah." He looked down too, unsure of what to say. "I've been worried that if I stop and go, the phone's gonna ring and no one will be able to answer it. So I've been waiting..."

She nodded and looked back up at him.

"Nothing yet?"

He shook his head with a whispered "nope," and she took his hand.

"I'm sure he's alright, Davy," Molly said hopefully, trying her best to reassure him.

"You know, I was sure of that when he got in the crash too."

She nodded sadly. She wanted to help but knew her attempts were futile. She kissed his knuckles, and he began to cry.

"It's okay, it's okay," she sat beside him, and he clung to her. "Let it out. It's okay."

"It's not fair!"

"No, it's not. But it's also not hopeless either, right?"

He nodded slightly.

"It'll work out. But if it doesn't, you have two amazing and goofy friends-no, brothers-who will always be there to support and take care of you. And then, I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, either. So I'll be here for you as well. Okay?"

He nodded again, and she kissed the top of his head.

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

Davy eventually calmed down, and the two moved over to the couch. They had begun watching tv, but neither was really watching it. They were lost in their minds, both thinking the same thing but neither ready to say it yet. It was Molly who broke the silence as a commercial began to play.

"You poor boys..." Molly sighed sadly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Stay?" Davy suggested, blushing lightly.

"Of course." She smiled, and he kissed her before laying his head down on her lap.

"You're all under way too much stress right now, you know that? Nobody knows what to do when these things come up, especially when it's one thing after another. But it'll be okay; he'll be okay. You just have to stay strong and stick together like you always do." She whispered, running her fingers through his hair as he drifted back to sleep.

"It'll be okay."