kachw:
“physical therapy sucks.” he grumbled, leg sore from another gruelling day at the gym. this is another reason he enjoyed his weekly visits to the stinky pete – an opportunity to relax and not have to think about mundane things like hospital visits or how his days seemed too go slower than the fast paced zoom he used to live in. that wasn’t the case today. taking another sip from his beer ( feeling the cold liquid wash away his nerves ) and “slamming” it back down in the coaster in an act of defiance against his thoughts. “anyway – how’s perdita? the kids? been pretty hectic what with the weather nice outside and everything.”
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pongo gave his friend a tight smile, it was his way of showing sympathy for him. he hadn’t wanted to give him any of the ‘keep up the good work’ and ‘just look on the brightside’, as he was sure lincoln was tired of hearing that. “another bad day at the office?” he asked, lifting his beer up to take a swig of it. “oh now, c’mon, linc. that coaster did nothing for that aggressive placement.” trying the lighten the mood slightly with a little bit of teasing, though he wasn’t sure if that would do the trick, so he was more than thankful when the other had changed the topic and asked about the family. “perdita is lovely, as always. the kids are good, doing the things that kids do. i feel like i get asked to go outside as soon as i wake up by the kids because of this weather, not complaining though, it’s nice being able to finally enjoy a day outside with them.”
