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@ofhenri
“i thought we could start with someone who actually knows what they’re doing,” thalia sighs, sliding back in her seat. she certainly doesn’t. she was reluctant to dive right back into what had caused the group’s rift in the first place, but knowing adam wouldn’t stop, with or without their support, was motivation enough. maybe, if they can just figure out what happened to his dad without chasing some mythical treasure at the same time, he can find closure. but she wouldn’t be out here, seeking out some mysterious historian, if henri hadn’t approached her first.
“my mom knows him. kind of.” she unbuckles her seat belt and cranks the car door open, leaping out of the vehicle because her legs don’t quite reach the ground. “hey, you didn’t tell don, right?” thalia scrunches her nose. “i just think it might be easier to do this if it’s on the down low. if adam finds out… i just don’t want him to get his hopes up again.”
the look on adam’s face when they’d broke the news about dropping the treasure hunt has haunted him in the days since. maybe that’s why — whenever don’s out of the house — he has been looking a little more into the history of the town to try to find out just why adam’s dad would even direct them to a crazy lady’s house.or trying to. snippets of articles published online by claudio morales, whose name he had seen scribbled onto the back of letters, documenting the town’s history behind a paywall. so, naturally he seeks out lia. their moral compass (and someone who he’s sure could take on a journalist/historian/whatever if need be).
“she does?” he quirks a brow, mouth pulling down at the corners to demonstrate that he’s impressed by alexa’s connections. “no, i have not told don,” he scoffs, stepping out of the car after her. henri had considered it, though. at least four times. two of those just so happened to be in the car on the way over. “so relax, i don’t know how far the reaches of outer banks bystander gossip extends, but it totally won’t be on my part that he finds out. don’t get me wrong, though! i don’t break my unspoken cousin code of conduct for just anything. mainly just... because i can’t stand seeing adam looking hurt, to be honest.” just like a sad, grouchy, adam-shaped puppy. a frown tugs at his lips at the thought as he looks up at the building that houses the local newspaper, adjusting the cap on his head as if he needs to make a better impression on the guy when they head inside. “y’know, i don’t know much about historians. other than like... that quote that says they’re gossips who tease the dead. which, heh, newspaper... kinda fitting, huh?”
