#alchemic-elements

“Everything is fine, I just wanted to talk to you about something.” Al examined Wally’s workspace and smiled softly, thumbing through one of the magazines that Wally wasn’t currently using. It filled his chest with pride, “Sam came to talk to me yesterday- he wanted my help with something….”

Wally swiveled his chair around to face Albert, eyebrows pulling together slightly.  He didn’t know what to make of Sam’s visits.  Sometimes they were good, sometimes they were bad.  It was too unpredictable for his liking. 

You… have to spy on me at all times…?

I mean, not really But if you start doing something weird, Squeakers over here will have to tell me.

Tony could do this. He could do this. He could walk down this street without it hurting his heart to see the difference. Seeing the intruder, where his Poppa's business -- where Tony's home -- had been. 

“If you want- I’d be interested to listen to what’s got that sad look on your face on the way” Al offered kindly as they head out to the truck.

Wally opened his mouth to speak but he felt tears start to burn at his eyes.  Going with Julian was built up around so many high expectations only to have them plummet to the floor.  

Al stepped in and closed the door behind himself, “I… I wanted to apologize.”

Mmmm… It’s a little late for coco- but if you promise not to let it make you all crazy then alright. Do we have a deal?

Mars? Now that’s a thought [laughs] None of the other dogs would ever have a chance for any table scraps

“If you were a dog, what Dog-name would you have? Ah…. And of course you may.” Al smiled and went to get a glass, “Please wash your hands, I don’t want you to get sick from the germs you’ve been collecting on the floor.”

“Yes sir Papa Dog!”  Wally saluted and ran off to the bathroom to wash his hands.  “I would want my name to still be Wally!”  He shouted from the sink.