@lustfuldeviant He wanted the meeting to be public but not somewhere where people would be looking for him. As he walked through the door. His car keys slipping into his pocket he found a spot for them to meet where they could talk privately.
Sitting down he let out a breath as he looked —
@wickedgentics Her methods were weird but he knew what she was trying to do. And it’s not like he wasn’t trying. He was still struggling with reality. And he was trying to get back into the swing of things.
Shaking his head he gripped his keys. Trying his hardest to get out the door for her—
@lustfuldeviant — a quick message for her. Telling her when and where to meet. He figured that would hold her off for the moment. And at least keep her from calling. Or worse. Anyone else finding out he’d been in contact
@lustfuldeviant — left. Where would she have gone that would’ve made her that happy?
Listening to the voicemail with a sigh. He knew he needed to meet up with her or else she was going to continue to call over and over again. Which is the last thing he wanted or needed right now.
Leaving —
@wickedgentics — hard for him. She could’ve chosen a quicker route for herself. He wasn’t going to make himself go any faster than his mental health would allow
@wickedgentics — and he could live with it.
As he walked out he knew she wanted a ride. He just needed to get his shit together long enough to drop her off at least.
“I’m aware. You could’ve found a different ride if you wanted to be on time.”
Which was true: knowing this would be —
@HostileSunshine “Then you shouldn’t complain about my driving huh?”
He was tired of hearing her complain all the time. It was annoying, and he wasn’t feeling it today.
@HostileSunshine Leaning against the counter, a cigarette hanging from his lips as his head turned to spot the sounds. A brow raising as he saw the fired up female.
“That’s what a skateboard is for.”