And | Just Like That… S01e09 M4p _hot_

He didn't leave. He just stood there. Not pushing. Not fixing. Just... present.

Peter walked her home. They stood outside her building. The same stoop where Big had died. Carrie looked at the step, then at Peter. and just like that… s01e09 m4p

"You don't have to come up," she said.

Carrie stood in her kitchen, staring at the smoke alarm. It wasn't beeping. That was the problem. Everything was too quiet. She had taken down Big’s portrait—the one that watched her from the living room like a ghost in a turtleneck. Now the nail hole in the wall felt louder than any alarm. He didn't leave

At one point, he touched her wrist. "You're funny," he said. "You forgot that about yourself." Not fixing

She looked at Steve asleep on the couch, mouth open, Che Diaz's comedy special still playing on the TV. She turned it off. Then she turned off the lights. Then she sat in the dark and waited for the next text.