Carmen: where'd you fuck off to

"Come here you big idiot." Freddy huffed outwardly in a frustrated manner at the dog running circles in his living room, changing course every time he got remotely close to stopping him he zagged a different direction. If he had known better he wouldn't have agreed to adopt a dog as a form of therapy, let alone one that was nearly his size and still a young doofus. The rather broad boned boulder of a dog barreled into him and knocked the blonde off his feet, straight onto the carpeted floors before taking off again. If that's how Boyd was going to be then he would leave him to run out his energy, he didn't want to bust his ass falling again. Fredrick picked himself up from the floor and waved off the idea of chasing him physically, his hand lazily waving in the dogs direction before he walked toward his front door. If he couldn't run with the rottweiler then he just needed to go to the gym.

His anxiety had never been bad enough to keep him from doing things he wanted to do, but once he came back a changed man he couldn't handle being in crowds or loud noises, the gym was certain to be full of both. That's why he had intentionally avoided it for the last two months he had been home. Mostly he just sat on his porch and drank sun tea, happy to be back and out of the hot desert. Freddy left the house, locking his door, and approached his truck. The old beat up bucket was better than nothing, and ran like new, but needed a new coat of paint and some bondo, which was nothing for the newly licensed mechanic. While enlisted he had learned how to operate himself around vehicles, repairing and making the better than they were before. It was no feat to fix the old Chevy.

Nolan was currently working out with the boy, Sampson loved ‘helping’ or rather sitting on his back and riding Nolan like he was a horse. Honestly, Nolan loved hanging out with Sampson and Aylin. Nolan turned his head to his girl and smirked. “Do you want a ride to Aylin?” He teased coyly as he felt Sampson’s hands in his hair he chuckled as he playfully wrestled the boy off of his back. Nolan was always careful even though he often enjoyed guying around with the little boy. “Alright Sam, I think we’ve worked out enough, lets see those muscles.” He showed the boy how to flex and he chuckled at the boys skinny arms. “Looking good..” He teased.

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Sam only knew that his office seemed nice enough, trusted to find her own way to the space. Sitting in the chair across from where she imagined he sat, though his office looked a bit more relaxed than that of a much older man, she could see he was put together. Her brown eyes scanned the desk, humored by the way things were neat but also all too telling in what order he used them. Of course she was getting a feel of who Anthony Greyson was, an unbiased version without his presence to distract her with whatever problems he was having. Her legs crossed in her pencil skirt and she leaned back into the chair, journal before her so she could jot down notes. So far he wasn't the kind of person she would typically represent or advise, and most corporate men were not persecuted wrongly. Only time would tell, and of course so would he.

Elena knew that the relationship she once had with them was long gone, especially when they were locked away, but when she heard they were getting out, there was something that compelled her to go there. She had also heard that their family wasn’t able to be there, so she wanted a familiar face for them once they got out.

Brooks had been born into a very wealthy family, his parents had suites in their family name in multiple different high end hotels. So when he got the chance, he made sure to take time off so he didn’t get burned out from his job. Being an EMT has been the job he had wanted since he was younger, so he never wanted to ruin his dream job. So when he walked up to the hotel reception area, he told the clerk his name and showed his ID. So when he heard that his wife was up in his room already, he was utterly confused, but went along with it.