He nods a little, "All right, I'll let you know." He says with a swig of his beer.
The next comment throws him off. Enough that he actually glances at Mick, the tiny shock of surprise he's feeling showing a little too plainly for a short-lived second. "Thanks..." The word is awkward, stilted, and has a ton of unasked questions attached. Like why he left. What happened. Where is he staying now.
Not a single one manages to make it last his lips, though. And his chest squeezes like a vice.
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Date: 2018-01-29 06:35 pm (UTC)The next comment throws him off. Enough that he actually glances at Mick, the tiny shock of surprise he's feeling showing a little too plainly for a short-lived second. "Thanks..." The word is awkward, stilted, and has a ton of unasked questions attached. Like why he left. What happened. Where is he staying now.
Not a single one manages to make it last his lips, though.
And his chest squeezes like a vice.