#rickmacyrevived

That all seals the deal for where Steve is going to do this. He dumped the glass of water over his head. 

“Do you have time to talk..?”

       “Rick, is that you?” The surprise fell from Fitz’s parted lips and then pulled back into the first smile that creased his cheeks since his return to Roarton from the Norford institute for PDS. The rhetoric question was formed by a recognition in his eyes that resembled a nostalgic relief. He had feared before that Roarton would become a horrible, strange place with nothing left to feel like home, but seeing the kid he once took care of some ten years ago about the neighbourhood just like anyone else made the deceased remember what good could come of new life, “See-- I told you you’d be bigger than me one day.”