@heIlogorgeous "Harlan is dad's friend. He always checks to see if I'm okay after what happened. I'm always fine so I don't understand..." He munches once more.
"What else do you do?" He asks softly.
@heIlogorgeous Adam nods and glances at Nigel for a moment when he heard the soft growl of his tummy. “I always eat my sandwich here with Harlan. But he’s not here today.”
He pauses and then. “Want half of a sandwich?”
@heIlogorgeous Adam blinked for a moment, pausing from chewing to internalize just what he’d said. It wasn’t long until he turned back to look forward and continued his chewing.
“Okay.” A moment and then he added. “They must like what you’re selling.”
@heIlogorgeous Adam's brows furrowed, keeping his gaze on the ground still before turning to look at the man now. "No, I don't know."
Was it actually possible to have a type of work where you get to decide who and what to do business with?
@heIlogorgeous “We use optical telescopes, big ones.” Adam animated to exaggerate by the use of his arms. “Bigger than the ones people with a hobby buy. The mirrors are huge on their own. We’re usually in the control room, collecting and snapping samples of what goes ok in space there.” Adam—
@heIlogorgeous Adam had procured a sandwich from his bag and was slowly munching on it, one small bite at a time. "I'm an Assistant Development Engineer in one of the observatories in the south. It's not much, but I like the technicalities of the machines we're using." He paused for a moment ––
@heIlogorgeous — conversation, which was a first in a long time.
A gentle nod and then “I used to live in the middle of New York, but because of the hustle and bustle of city life there, it’s hard to focus on the stars at night. Too much light pollution and all...”
@heIlogorgeous Adam was somehow relieved when the other man threw away the remainder of his cigarette. At the very least he knew that this man was actually listening to what he was saying.
He didn’t mind the other man touching his shoulder. He was, after all, enjoying their —