( Or, he would. He's looking forward to it. It's not often a house has its' own piano bar. He's a man of the classics, but he can acquiesce. )
Wherever you want, Gwen.
( He'll be there, like that old song.
He drops his head back against the closed door, listening to her breathe. Pushing him to say anything else.
He doesn't miss her. He's far too old for that. But, maybe he misses what was. What they could've been. The ghost of a good thing lost. If it was ever theirs to have in the first place. )
I should go. Finish unpacking. Post up.
( Get to work. Case the grounds. Earn his keep. Run into so many unexpected faces. )
Thanks for calling back.
( He hates himself. Who thanks someone for that? It's fine. )
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( Or, he would. He's looking forward to it. It's not often a house has its' own piano bar. He's a man of the classics, but he can acquiesce. )
Wherever you want, Gwen.
( He'll be there, like that old song.
He drops his head back against the closed door, listening to her breathe. Pushing him to say anything else.
He doesn't miss her. He's far too old for that. But, maybe he misses what was. What they could've been. The ghost of a good thing lost. If it was ever theirs to have in the first place. )
I should go. Finish unpacking. Post up.
( Get to work. Case the grounds. Earn his keep. Run into so many unexpected faces. )
Thanks for calling back.
( He hates himself. Who thanks someone for that? It's fine. )