#hisgoodending

Fazit: Please don't suddenly talk to Hike, when he's concentrated on drawing something. ^^"

Just for the record: Hike was very sorry for this.

(pls ignore the awful arm-anatomy in panel 4 - 6. I tried and failed. ûu)

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“What?”

Edith? Why did Joseph want to know about Edith? And god, what was he even supposed to say when she’d died hundreds of years ago? Lying could make things worse if he went too far, but perhaps he could at least pick and choose from the truth.

Oh, Joe. Don’t even worry about it being stylish or whatever, I’m perfectly okay with something small. A Vegas wedding, even. Just going to the courthouse and getting married there. 

Robert was currently lost in thought, rather than paying attention to the movie that played on the television screen, his fingers absentmindedly stroking through Joseph's blonde locks. He wondered if Joseph even noticed he wasn't paying a damn bit of attention to the movie, or if he was only focused on the feeling of Robert playing with his hair. Probably the latter. Though...Joseph was a perceptive little shit, so who knew. 

Finally, Robert spoke, interrupting a bit of dialogue in the movie to ask the question that had been on the tip of his tongue for quite some time.

@hisgoodending from Here

Robert hadn’t been in town for awhile.  Not since he’d heard through the grapevine that Joseph was getting a divorce.  The news had been more than just a slight shock to his system.  Enough of one that he hadn’t known exactly how to process it...how to feel.  He still didn’t, truth be told.  A part of him said it shouldn’t matter.  Joe wasn’t in his life anymore.  But another part of him...deep down...it still remembered how the other man had made him feel.  Being with the minister was like breathing fresh air for the first time in years.  He’d loved Marilyn with everything he had...he always would.  But what he’d had with Joe...losing that had been just as destructive as losing his wife.  And now here was this whispered possibility of rekindling...of reconciliation...and he didn’t know how to handle it.

So he’d packed some things, grabbed Betsy, and gone for a very long drive - all the way to the west coast.  He’d stayed with one of his old bandmates, enjoyed the beach, and talked about old times.  It’d been nice...but it hadn’t solved his dilemma.  Not one bit.  But what else was there to do except turn around and come back to Maple Bay?  So that’s what he’d done...still at a complete loss.  After dropping Betsy off at the house, he’d just driven around for awhile, eventually stopping at the marina for a bite to eat.  The food was finished and he was enjoying the last of his cigarette when a familiar voice called from behind him.  

Hey, look at my "awesome" comic skills! 8D