"Nah. I don't care much about things." The only thing he really does care about, actually, is that knife that used to belong to Riley but other than that... nah, everything's replaceable. She can even keep his Shin-Ra softball league t-shirt if she has it: don't matter to him.
And he has to clear up one thing. "Remember, Chuck, I invited you here. It wasn't some imposition. I had a good time." He has, too. He got to fly to some of his favorite places, and she smiled and laughed a lot, and that's the measure of somethin' or other in his book. Maybe some day he'll even figure out what.
In the meantime, he fingers that knife in his pocket as he opens the door leading off the roof. Where there ought to be a little lobby and a bunch of elevators and stairs, there's a bar.
Just like that.
"Home, you said." Seems like the trip went awful friggin' fast.
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Date: 2009-04-13 12:38 am (UTC)And he has to clear up one thing. "Remember, Chuck, I invited you here. It wasn't some imposition. I had a good time." He has, too. He got to fly to some of his favorite places, and she smiled and laughed a lot, and that's the measure of somethin' or other in his book. Maybe some day he'll even figure out what.
In the meantime, he fingers that knife in his pocket as he opens the door leading off the roof. Where there ought to be a little lobby and a bunch of elevators and stairs, there's a bar.
Just like that.
"Home, you said." Seems like the trip went awful friggin' fast.