Homecoming - C2
Wrench woke up to the sun pelting down on him, which was weird, because it was supposed to be night. When did Marcus’ car get so comfortable and bright? Was he dead?
Rubbing his eyes, he yawned and stretched out his limbs on the… couch? Was he on a couch? Peeling an eye open, he confirmed that he was, indeed, nestled comfortably into a nice plush couch.
He didn’t exactly remember when he fell asleep, but nor did he remember getting out of Marcus’ car and into this living room for that matter. Which meant that Marcus probably dragged his conked-out ass all the way into his apartment. The laundry list of things he had to apologize to Marcus for was pretty long already, he didn’t need to be adding anything else.
He sat up and pulled off the blanket Marcus must have draped over him, getting a better look at the room. A couple things quickly dawned on him:
One, Marcus was still living that bachelor life. Nobody else in their right mind, besides Wrench, would stand to have so much Devon von Devon staring them down at all times.
Two, he’d never seen this place before. All of Marcus’ collectibles, 80’s horror movie posters, and sci-fi memorabilia were still there. (A majority of the Jimmy Siska posters were signed too! Marcus had very wonderful and tasteful interior decorating.) But the bones of the place were completely foreign to him.
Which led him to point number three, there was no way this was an apartment.
Marcus had himself a house. A whole damn house, and a really nice one at that. With vaulted ceilings, clean lines, and walls of windows that showcased the breathtaking view of the water shimmering in the afternoon sun, with the entirety of San Francisco’s skyline in the distance.
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