To say Cyrus was terrified of being in Chicago would be an understatement. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he’d be standing on a sidewalk corner in the middle of the Windy City, clutching a piece of paper with a list of groceries on it, desperately trying to figure out which way to go. As soon as they’d arrived, his father had gone off to check out whatever bars or gambling tables he could find, leaving his mother in the motel room with no groceries or anything to use for entertainment. So she’d instructed him, her son with zero experience in a city, to go out and get her things.
It didn’t take him long to get completely turned around. He had no idea where he was going, having no cell phone to look things up on Google Maps, and the noise and general crowdedness of the city had him struggling for breath, on the verge of a panic attack.
This definitely wasn’t how he saw himself getting out of Muddy Waters. And, much to his dismay, he found himself wishing he was back there among the familiar.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere standing frozen on a street corner, he swallowed hard and turned to the next person that passed him.
“Um, e-excuse me. D-do you know where there’s a grocery store nearby?”
Being back in his city meant that Damion could leave the wretched motel room in favour of the luxe living he was accustomed to. Sure, he might be sleeping in a sorry excuse of a motel, but everything else in his life was back to his grandiose swing of things - the finest shopping centers, the finest food, surrounded by the finest people. Oh, what he would give to be back here for good.
Unfortunately, the remnants of the idyllic town followed him, as he knew their fates to be in the big city as well. Running into them was all a matter of avoiding their faces before they could even recognise him. But it didn’t apply to everyone.
He had just stepped out of a coffee catch-up with a dear friend of his when he wondered where to head on next. And it was then, as his eyes wandered around for a new setting, that his gaze landed upon a face he had missed dearly. Cyrus. Without further ado, the doctor smoothed his suit and vest as he headed over the younger boy, completely ignoring the fact that he was speaking to someone else.
Walking up to him, Damion stopped short just behind him, clearing his throat to catch his attention. “Muddy, Chicago... I always seem to end up finding you, Bambi.” he teased, pulling him close from behind to fully end the current conversation Cyrus was having in favour of his. .