âit everything goes well.â  that was a catchy, but doubtful phrase people used to say when they were sure not much would go well, but things wouldnât go awful. itâs not the same, he thought, thing could go just fine as in regular fine. As in nothing ever happens fine and that would be enough, after all that meant you were lucky. âI hope things go smoothlyâ he said throwing his head back a little bit, similar to what some people did when laughing â and you can leave, as you want to.â Robb shot a smile at Fleet, impressed with himself. He didât expect that honestly but he had a soft heart, it was very very easy for him to have a soft spot for anyone who crossed his eyes. âIâm going to be leaving soon too, have been here for too longâŚlong enough.â
"Yeah, so do I," Fleet admitted, looking at the other, for a moment letting the silence take over as he wondered what else he could say. But he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't sound at least slightly passive-aggressive, so eventually he decided to just give up and focused instead on what Robb was telling him. Fleet had to admit, it made him sorta curious. Not in the "I gotta know everything about you" way, but curious, definitely. It made him wonder.. how long had the man been hiding here? Had he always been alone? How did he find this place? After taking another sip of the almost-coffee and frowning at the taste, he nodded his head and finally spoke.
"Where do you wanna go?âÂ












