#farawayfromme

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It was the middle of the night. William had woken from another nightmare, and knew sleep would be elusive. Who would have expected him to have to creep around in his own home? Ever since his father employed a hired help to assist the veteran, William felt like there was a constant thorn in his side. Sure, his father was making the right choice, but it was almost intrusive in William’s opinion.

Which was why he was trying to keep his familiar night-time ritual quiet as he made his way to the kitchen to fetch a familiar bottle. He crept into the kitchen, flicked the light switch on, and - 

Anti blinked at the man’s over dramtic gestures. What the hell was up with this guy? “I…live out here.” He said gesturing to the trailer parked about a mile away, though it would likely be hard to see through all the trees. “I was just making sure you weren’t some crazy killer trying to hide your body near my trailer. Tends to stink up the place.”

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William leaned his head back with a groan as the stranger explained himself. He had a faint memory of his dad telling him about someone but...

“Why come in the middle of the night? Don’t people start jobs in the daytime, or something?” Oh, he was certainly not in the mood for this. At least the poor lad was unharmed. There was a brief silence as William tried to dig into his memories - difficult when your entire head hurt. “I was just told someone was coming, I think. Though I don’t need anyone ‘looking out’ for me, got it?” Likely, Anti had been told to ignore such a request. 

          ❝ And what would that idea be? ❞ Adam asks, seeming at least slightly eager to hear whatever suggestion the man might have. That expression only fading into a bemused smirk at the suggestion. 

Wil paused, slightly startled by the sudden voice. Which causes him to become sightly defensive, his hands waving out as he gasps loudly, dramatically. “What are YOU doing all the way OUT here?”