#deadbeatcentral

from @skullgeek_ on Insta

Boston was really nothing like he had imagined. Full of large and grey buildings flirting with skyscrapers, the city was also splattered with older-lookign buildings - churches, red bricks, colourful facades that grew in the middle of this huge hive of agitation like anomalies in the urban landscape. Mundy stepped down the bus onto the sidewalk, almost carried away by the flock of people around him - and he quickly found refuge near a store, which he realised when glancing up to be a baseball store. 

How fitting.

Fumbling through his pocket, he retrieve a scrambled piece of paper and deciphered his own hurried handwriting - squinting behind his glasses (God, his eyesight was not what it used to be). Green eyes peered around his surroundings, looking for the bar Scout had indicated over the phone - there it was. An air of lassitude passed on his weathered face. The Force of Nature. Of course. Of bloody course. 

“Hey baby-- what’s good?”

She knew he was struggling again; it had been showing for sometime but the scene before her now made it grossly evident. She isn’t even sure if he wants her there but she can’t bring herself to leave. As she looks over at him on the bed, openly crying in front of her she moves across the room without a word. 

She climbs onto the bed in front of him, shifting as close as she can. She doesn’t make any attempt to quiet him only reaching her hands out to wipe away the tears already on his face. She leans forward to press her lips firmly against his and then removes any remaining distance between them to wrap herself around him as best she can.