#emcreates

They're on the roof of The Roundhouse, he and @emcreates. He'd invited Liam up to it after the two found the inside of the bar to be presently far too loud. It wasn't usually as rowdy as it was tonight, but it seemed there was a good game of billiards occurring with a drinking game in tandem. He didn't mind noise at times, but he was in his head about preparing for his trip back to the west coast and it was just a bit on the too much side. He didn't mind Liam though, the guy wasn't an enigma of endless words. He was more of a silent type, speaking when he found it important or necessary. The two of them got along for that reason. Sully wasn't all that talkative, but he knew when conversation was good and tonight it felt like neither were fully up to speaking much. He was okay with that. Especially since Sully was debating how to go about telling Zara he was going west again and he was planning to do so alone.

He lifts the beer bottle that's in his hands, touching the mouth of it to his lips then tipping it to take a slow drink. His eyes are on the skyline of the small New York town, debating in that moment if he'd ever see it again after he went back west. He brings the beer away and sighs a little, shaking his head then speaking with a tip back. He looks up at the darkened night sky, spotting what stars he could see, "I have a dilemma in front of me, Magus."

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He'd been stewing since the conversation with Jillian regarding the Elliot situation. He was trying not to put much thought into it as to not mess with his head, but it was hard not to think about it. Either they were looking at bringing Elliot into the fold to some degree or losing Jillian to a life outside of Paradise. If it was the latter... their business would suffer significantly. That wasn't his only reason to be stuck in his head, no. The other was much personal, much more directed at himself than the state of this retreat. He loved Jillian. He's loved her for years and it has been detrimental to him. He had been too nervous in college to make a move on her and when he finally found the courage years later, locked into a well off place within Paradise? She'd laughed and waved him off, teasing that he was great with jokes. It had crushed something in him and tore whatever remained of it to pieces. He was ready for rejection, but to make her laugh and have her think it was just a joke? That had hurt more. So really, maybe it was a case of just not getting over it and he should. Maybe this was all one bigger slap in the face to get him to realize his lingering thoughts about Jillian were pointless.

When @emcreates enters his office he doesn't look up from where he's sat behind his desk, eyes on the keyboard in front of him and elbows resting by it. He's got fingers pressed to his temples and he's doing his best to focus his thoughts and get away from the ones regarding Jillian. He hears his brother sit in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk and his eyes shut, sigh escaping him, "What is it, Chadley?"

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