#van 002.

where: van and x's

"I know it's only been a couple of months but what are the chances the two of you have any vow renewals on the horizon?" Lucky asks in jest as he takes the coffee she made him from her, holding it in his hands as he sat on her couch and waited for it to cool enough to not scald him from a sip, "Theo was very into the whole being a flower girl thing, she keeps asking when she can do it again."

Uly: I started listening to more of your bands stuff

her place, seabrook quarter

Before the rain, he hadn't expected Friday to feel like the longest night in a life that had had far too many long nights. It could have been the claustrophobia of being unable to leave the clinic or the unexpected gut punch of seeing a reminder of how unfixable a former friendship was but he felt like it had put him through the wringer.

He didn't trust himself to be alone and he didn't trust himself to go home either.

That was how he found himself at the only door he could think to show up to in his present state, still in his ridiculous stolen scrubs under his jacket with the rest of the clothes he had been wearing the night before under his arm in a damp balled up shape.

He couldn't stay still even after he knocked, his foot tapping anxiously as he waited for an answer that he wasn't sure was even going to come.

Had she even been home when the storm hit?