Hal. Criminal Solicitor. Irish. Don't be offended, mate, I'm just used to a better class of criminal. Generally innocent; always guilty for Guinness and food.
@surefireshine Hal pressed a kiss to her forehead, his chest just bursting with love and devotion for the woman before him.
“I’ve really, really missed you.”
@suitsandcaseshb He huffed a lighthearted chuckle at his friend’s flirtatious mood and shook his head. Combing a hand through his hair, he nodded his head. “Yeah, not bad. Not much has changed. What about you?”
@suitsandcaseshb “You’re very specific. This guy must be something special.” He says, that familiar smirk settling on his lips whilst he, in turn, takes the seat opposite his friend.
He wrapped his hand around his glass and took a sip. “Cheers, mate.”
@surefireshine When she starts moving her hair out of her face, he lifts his hand to aid her in brushing her hair from her cheek. He can’t help but smile at the combination of seeing her face clearly and her words.
“You did, eh?” He cuddled her closer “Allow me to remind you.”
@suitsandcaseshb Never would Hal leave Harry waiting in a pub alone like a stood up date. Granted, he was a few minutes later than he said he would be but he walked in to the bar and soon saw Harry, walking over to him and stood at the table. “Is this seat taken, Doll?”