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Eddie was tired. To be fair, Eddie was always tired lately. Well, to be more fair, it wasn’t just lately. He was working more than he had had to for a while now, though, which didn’t help. And he was a bit worried for Francine, seeing as she’d been having a harder time this week. And—
He was pulled out of his rather worsening train of thought by an old lady setting her groceries down in front of him, and pulling on a smile, he began to ring her up. When she collected her groceries into her comically large purse, Eddie felt his smile turn genuine somewhat in spite of himself at the patchwork cat on the front of her bag.
“I like yer bag,” he started, though she didn’t hear him as she walked out the supermarket doors, and he felt a bit foolish. He smiled ruefully at himself. He’d been a bit worried about keeping Terry, costs and all that, but Francine loved the wee bugger, and he couldn’t help but let it rub off on him. She loved the cat, and he loved her, simple as that.
And Campbell loved it too, Eddie thought, chuckling, as he clocked out. It was hard to see Campbell and Francine play with the kitten on the days Campbell visited and be anything but happy.
So yeah, Eddie was tired. But, well, he thought, maybe it was worth it now. He’d been tired for a long time, but now it felt worth it. He had his apartment with Francine, their ridiculous cat, that loan was sure to get approved soon — the banking bugger was sure to give in with Eddie using his newly-learned Campbell Bain™ methods of persuasion —, and tonight he was going home to his girlfriend and Campbell would come over and they’d all go have dinner with Rosalie, and, well. That certainly beat going home to drink alone all night after selling double glazing all day, he was sure of it. He had been tired then, and he was still tired now. But for the first time in a while, he was tired and happy — really, truly happy.