❝ this isn’t a good time, witt, ❞ he can feel elliott’s excited gaze burning holes into creased forehead, yet unwavering attention remains on the list of emails and memos before him. always impatient, always ready to go, go, go even in the off-season. the incessant need for proactivity almost reminds dwight of himself, and the thought makes the corner of his lips lift with a smile. he relents a sigh, ❝ listen, elliott, ❞ spine uncurls, individual vertebrae popping one after the other with the motion, shoulders pulling back and neck cracking with a roll before tired green eyes land on the legend across from him, ❝ i can set something simple up for you, okay? maybe a one-on-one with lisa stone? i’m sure she’d jump at the chance, and i still owe her a favor after she helped me with something not too long ago. ❞
movements are quick, almost second nature, as he checks one of a dozen calendar apps on his device, head tilting with a thoughtful hum, ❝ how does... next week sound? ❞