#david001

@davxdalexander

Making amends was hard when you were the one in the wrong. The relationship wasn't the same. It had scars, it had a passive , it could happen again. Mostly, when a fight couldn't be resolved through communication or time , it destroyed the trust that once was there. Now David had tried to reason with him, to help him , but he was at the wrong place and the wrong time and had just taken the rage of a man hurt at the very core , fiber of his heart. Betrayed by an information he did not know would send him in such a spiral.

He was not very welcome right now, that was fine, it meant no one had found out Penny's occupation, it meant she was safe , and he had two shoulders to take the fault of that night. However, he was happy to see that his old cabin was still free and standing. Nestled between trees, giving a view onto the training yard, it was a familiar sight, even if one filled with good and bad memories. As he leaned against the doorframe, he recognized the silihouette of his friend - if he was still allowed to call him that. A hard swallow and hesitation later, he walked slowly towards the training yard and stopped at a safe and respectful distance. He wasn't sure David would talk to him, he sincerly hoped he would. " You need to correct your left foot... it's making the shots unbalanced." he softly spoke,

Later that day, needing a break from the intensity of it all, David found himself at Granny’s Diner. The familiar hum of the place, with its clinking dishes and quiet chatter, was comforting in a way he hadn’t expected. He approached the counter and opened his mouth to speak, his voice dry and scratchy but carrying a note of normalcy he desperately craved.

"Can I have a Coke—" he began, his words halting as if he wasn’t sure whether he was ordering a drink or reclaiming some fragment of his ordinary life. It was then that he turned to someone staring at him.

"Yeah, it's a whole different look from a hospital gown, I know, " he said with a charming chuckle.

Dylan had woken up next to Sam the next morning and could feel his fingers itching to grab at the pill bottle. He didn’t want to disturb Sam so he quietly and quickly maneuvered himself out of the bed and headed to the pirate ship. He didn’t want Matt to be anywhere near Sam after he took the pills. With the pill bottle in hand, he walked up the deck of the ship and tossed a few of the pills in his mouth before accidently bumping into someone after he put the bottle away. “Sorry abou-” Dylan started to say before feeling the pills starting to take effect. His posture changed and Matt was once again freed. “Who are you?” Matt asked looking at the person in front of him.