"Sure," says Wyatt with a nod and a fonder smile than the cheeky grin of before. "I'll meet you there."
~
Lunchtime rolls around, and Wyatt comes walking along the street, keeping an eye out for his neat-bearded friend. He's curious, can't help it and won't deny it. He knows Glitch is fond of a few people still in Taxon, and he's drawn up a few likely candidates to the forefront of his mind, but he won't jump to premature conclusions or let his preconceptions get in the way. This is Glitch's moment, his ball court, his game, and Wyatt's there as a guest and a friend.
Most importantly, he's a friend; and a fellow Ozian. Somehow, that feels like it makes all the difference.
[visual / locked > location!] yes, totally
"Sure," says Wyatt with a nod and a fonder smile than the cheeky grin of before. "I'll meet you there."
~
Lunchtime rolls around, and Wyatt comes walking along the street, keeping an eye out for his neat-bearded friend. He's curious, can't help it and won't deny it. He knows Glitch is fond of a few people still in Taxon, and he's drawn up a few likely candidates to the forefront of his mind, but he won't jump to premature conclusions or let his preconceptions get in the way. This is Glitch's moment, his ball court, his game, and Wyatt's there as a guest and a friend.
Most importantly, he's a friend; and a fellow Ozian. Somehow, that feels like it makes all the difference.