windows painted in kerry green and gold.
He shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets as he awaits the other. Dark brown hues seem to nonchalantly peruse the menu posted by the door but he can't seem to read a word.
The corners of his lips quirk in an attempt at something amicable but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, see you there.”
He turns to head toward the ambulance bay. He doesn't recall the walk. It was as if he blinked and materialized upon the leather seat of the Triumph. —
yeah, sounds good. haven't been there since——— ( since *before ; since his dependence had wrecked havoc, its repercussions near devastating. throat constricts, bobbing in a sharp swallow. ) ..sounds good. meet you there ?
resident out to the curb like a dirty stray branded him that day.
The small pub appearing before him makes him force everything back into its tidy little box in the corner of his mind. This will be good for them, he tells himself as he parks his bike directly in front of the —