How long does it take someone to get out of depression?

Honestly Kor knew this answer already. It took a long time. He'd sank quite a few times into that spiral that was hard to pick yourself out of. He was trying to be there for Laine, trying to make sure she ate, that she slept comfortably and that she got out every day. Telling her to cheer up wasn't any use so he never told her to 'get over it' or 'cheer up'.

The dreadlocked man sat on his couch, wrapping a couple of dreads around the rest of them to hold them up and then tied it off. He was shirtless, in a pair of what Laine called ‘yoga pants’ and nothing else. He didn’t want to go to work today. He wanted to stay home and take Laine on a walk, give her her meals so he know she ate something. His brows knit together harder as he leaned back against the couch, staring out at the TV which was off. He rubbed at his neck slowly and looked back at the bedroom where she was sleeping.

Of course he had just woken up and he knew she was alive and sleeping. It still didn’t make him feel that much better, to be completely honest. Kor shook his head and got up to shuffle towards the coffee pot he’d set up the previous night, flipped the switch and then padded towards the refrigerator to star making his breakfast. Maybe the smell of eggs would wake her up. He would cook bacon but Kor was a vegetarian, one of the many quirks his fiance had to deal with. He ate that vegan meat if he really craved the taste of dead animal (which was hardly ever). That’s when he saw the package of bacon he kept for Laine for when she made breakfast. He sized it up warily and then looked to the bedroom door again and then back at the bacon. Ugh, he didn’t even remember how to cook bacon, it’d been so long. Foregoing it, Kor grabbed his eggs.

“Maybe I should look for an official engagement ring,” he muttered to himself. That would put the smile he missed on her face, right? The whole reason he went to seek out a Negaverse agent was to protect that smile, protect his tiny lover, and yet here he was, not knowing what to do for her. He couldn’t protect her on New Years because he was, apparently, a giant ******** chicken and didn’t remember how to fight anymore.

It had been years since he’d last been in a street or bar fight. Still, he had to learn sometime. Clicking his tongue, Kor licked butter off of his finger as he put it back in the fridge with the rest of the egg carton and made up his mind.

There would be time for ring shopping soon, and he’d have to go find a gym to teach him kick boxing or something. Yep.

With that thought, he finished making breakfast for two of eggs and toast, made two cups of coffee, loaded it up on a tray he had for spoiling lovers with breakfast in bed and padded towards the bedroom. This would work.

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