It took a while for Bree to break free of playing the guitar. When Dwayne asked if he could play something, she gladly handed the instrument over. It seemed to her that he likely wanted her to sit next to him and sing along, but she made an excuse about stretching her legs and headed out after Hank.
She found him sitting by the cluster of rocks he’d found her at a few times already that week. He had a beer in his hand--and he was crying.
With a deep breath, she sat down next to him, not sure what to say. Almost immediately, he plopped his head down on her shoulder, and Bree put her arm around him, not sure why he was so upset about Monica, but it wasn’t her place to judge him, only to be his friend.
“I don’t know what to do….” he whispered between sobs. “God, I love her so much.”
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