| Subject: .everything.the.same. |
Author:
Stan Uris
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Date Posted: 04/12/11 11:02:32pm
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The dark haired male slipped into the club, chocolate gaze surveying it before he stalked to the nearest stool. He didn't seen the man who'd allowed him to stay the night, and that was good. It would be awkward, and considering all that had happened in the past 24 hours, he could deal without any additional strain.
He was utterly exhausted. Sleep deprivation had put him almost immediately into a doze when he'd laid on Craig's couch, but the sleep had been broken countless times when he'd woken, confused and nearly in a panic. Anxiety was taking it's toll, and it showed in the dark circles under his eyes and too-thin appearance he'd taken on over the past weeks.
He didn't see Angelina, but knew she would be around. They'd agreed for him to meet her here, and he'd arrived a few minutes early. He hadn't been able to help it...even after the explosions of the previous day, he still longed for her, selfish as that was. He supposed it was foolish, too. Things did not look promising for them, but it wouldn't change anything. Even if he and Angelina had come to the end of the road, he would be there for Desiree, whether she wanted him to be or not.
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