A few things, yes. Though you'll need a few extra layers for the cold.
[Even though he doesn't need it the way someone else might, the natives here are a lot less tolerating of strangeness, and a young man walking through the snow in jeans and a t-shirt would certainly be strange.]
I'm out at the moment, but I'll start on my way back, if I don't arrive first, you can let yourself in.
C-cool. ( A breath of relief. Hopefully he can... get there fast. Really fast. He's tying the sheets around his waist to keep them in place, twisting it around himself a bit more like a toga, and there's something so stupid about this that it's sort of hilarious.
He's not sure how to explain the new tattoos, or the scars, which will be worse. )
I'll-- ( A breath, but he's more taking a moment, weighing up what to say instead of feeling tied up in knots. ) I'll see you uh, soon.
Donny's eyes slip shut and there's a moment where he can't find words to reply, because he has no idea what she's been through since he left and what's changed and their relationship at home has evolved so much. Where will they stand?
It's strange to think about, when it hasn't been a concern for so long, when they're engaged and all the pieces are have felt so right.
Maybe it's just as well that she hangs up; Donny swallows, pushes his hair back and idly draws his fingertips across the scar over his throat before he starts moving the way Max's directions suggest.
They'll be okay. They always are, despite everything, no matter what they have to work through. )
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A few things, yes. Though you'll need a few extra layers for the cold.
[Even though he doesn't need it the way someone else might, the natives here are a lot less tolerating of strangeness, and a young man walking through the snow in jeans and a t-shirt would certainly be strange.]
I'm out at the moment, but I'll start on my way back, if I don't arrive first, you can let yourself in.
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He's not sure how to explain the new tattoos, or the scars, which will be worse. )
I'll-- ( A breath, but he's more taking a moment, weighing up what to say instead of feeling tied up in knots. ) I'll see you uh, soon.
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I look forward to it.
[There's a raw honesty in there that most people don't get, and she quickly cuts the feed there, as if that might soften it.
Anyway, she has to put her clothes back on and get home, so she can see him.]
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Donny's eyes slip shut and there's a moment where he can't find words to reply, because he has no idea what she's been through since he left and what's changed and their relationship at home has evolved so much. Where will they stand?
It's strange to think about, when it hasn't been a concern for so long, when they're engaged and all the pieces are have felt so right.
Maybe it's just as well that she hangs up; Donny swallows, pushes his hair back and idly draws his fingertips across the scar over his throat before he starts moving the way Max's directions suggest.
They'll be okay. They always are, despite everything, no matter what they have to work through. )