larue: (185)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [community profile] wakingthedead 2016-06-30 12:06 pm (UTC)

[ You're close enough ( and observant enough ) to have caught the tension that immediately lined his shoulders the moment he caught sight of the uniform. He's looking over your shoulder at the young man, offering a stiff smile and nod from his end, a quiet acknowledgement to support your dismissal.

When that door finally closes, the thin line of his lips stays even after the footsteps have faded away.

He needs coffee with his Scotch.

Getting up at that and rummaging through the cupboards for what he needs in relative silence. When he finds a kettle, one of the cups, the coffee, he sets everything out and rests his palms atop the counter. ]


They mean well.

[ He only half-glances back at you as he says that. ]

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