Ever since they had first crossed paths with one another inside the Snake Eyes Casino, the young man had habitually found himself gravitating towards that place during his late night walks, stopping by the Blackjack table at least once every week, even on days where he may had no money with which to try his luck with, simply to see if his friend was working that night.
Lorcan Kane had been one of the first friends he had made after he had come to Godscobh, after all, and that means something to him — even if, sometimes, he cannot help but to feel that it might mean something only to him.
However else Lorcan may feel about him, though, it had never stopped him from speaking to him whenever they did indeed meet, if only to tell him that he was busy and they could talk more later.
The truth, the real reason as to why he kept returning to the casino time and time again, is that he was lonely, even if he would not admit it. That he had no one else to speak to late at night, while walking these snowy streets by himself, and that he would like not to be alone, even if for a minute — and sometimes, he could not help but to feel that Lorcan might be a little lonely, too.
But even as friends, or close enough to it, he had never been invited anywhere by Lorcan before. He was always the one to seek his company out first, to chase him down and speak to him — which is why it had come to him as such a surprise when he had texted Lorcan about his new phone and received an invitation to meet him at his apartment and an address.
When he reaches his door, he’s hopeful and curious about what to expect — even if this childlike excitement translates into his expression only as a faint smile plastered upon his lips and a bright shine in his eye as he knocks on the door — thump thump thump — and waits for a reply.
“Hello? Lorcan? It’s me. It’s P. I’m here.”
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