the descent

He’d never admit it to anyone — even Saul at his very best couldn’t get this shit out of him — but it’s become this little treat, almost. Like, he could check right when he got off, read it in his car before he started the commute home, but instead he saves it until after he flips on the lights, kicks off his shoes, slings off his jacket, and gets comfy on the couch. Takes a deep breath and tells himself he’s home, because it doesn’t feel like that yet. That’s when he checks his email.