continued from ask (@fitzwalterclarance-blogā)
forever. forever was a long time and yet here he was, turning up after what had been months without interaction - without showing his face to the other. life had been chaotic to say the least, and busy. not that frank minded - no, not at all - in fact he liked to keep busy, it kept him away from his thoughts that could haunt him in the night and drag him under the waves of depression and suicidal thoughts.
he still looked the same, if not a bit older. life did that to a man who had lived through many experiences - the good, the bad, and the ugly. but fitz? fitz was still in his prime. he might have looked slightly different, but his demeanor showed he was still the naive, innocent man heād known for a long time. the young man frank had tricked into taking his money so he could make the bar his own, and the young man he had guided so that he wouldnāt become some kind of bum on the streets of vegas.
ākid, you donāt look like youāve changed one bit-ā a grin on his face, almost matching the others. white, pearly teeth showing themselves as he seemed to raise that natural cigarette - practically an extension of his arm - to settle between his lips. his bright blue - electrifying eyes - the most distinctive feature, if not for the scar on his cheek, looking at fitz as if they were the only two in the room. āiāve missed you, kiddo. iām doinā dandy now that iāve stumbled upon you. i was hoping youād be workinā tāday.ā








