tough night?
‘ it has not been my night, bill. that’s all i gotta say about it. for now. ’ even with the edges of his vision clouding up from drowsiness, curtis holds billy in warm regard. tonight’s overtime leaves him showing up an hour late to their barbecue and beer night they’d decided upon together. the rain makes the frayed nerve endings of his leg ache, protest against the sensation of his prosthetic after all day of keeping it on with no breaks, so he ambles carefully to the seat in the booth beside billy.
today could’ve been better, but it won’t stop him from enjoying this time at least. as if on cue, their waitress comes to take his order too, and he takes a long sip at his beer before exhaling in pleasure, closing his eyes to savor the taste before opening them to take billy in, hair shining from pomade and all the sharp angles of his features pronounced under the fluorescent lights of the pub.
curt clears his throat, offering a small smile as he pats billy’s palm, affectionate and fond as he is whenever they get a chance to meet up these days in the ebb and flow of their civilian lives. his civilian life, anyway.
‘ i appreciate you waiting up for me. guess i’m a shitty date for showing up so late with only a vague text’s notice, huh ? ’
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