#eyesoncasey

[biff-mcintosh]

MESSAGES 📲 CASIFF

BIFF: Hey Ca| [UNSENT]

BIFF: Good evening

BIFF: How are y| [UNSENT]

BIFF: I don't mean to impede upon your time but Gramps isn't answering my calls; he must've forgotten to charge his phone again

BIFF: At any rate, could you please let him know that I won't be home tonight?

[biff-mcintosh]

Excess Baggage || Casiff

TAGGING: Biff & Casey McIntosh (@eyesoncasey​) LOCATION: Whichever Hotel Casey and Lily are Staying In TIME FRAME: During Lily’s nap-time.  GENERAL NOTES: Biff visits Casey to help her pack... It’s the first time they’ve seen each other in four years.

For anyone who would ask, Biff had only been in front of this particular hotel door for a minute.

In reality, he had been there for no less than eleven— sixteen if one were to count the five minutes that he spent restraining the shakes in his hands. It shouldn’t have been like this. In more proper circumstances: he would have knocked the minute that he eyed the numbers that had been messaged to him; there would not have been a pit in his stomach larger than Tybee Island in itself; above all, there would not have been an ache the size of 48 or so sightless months sitting in his chest. He struggled to swallow down every last nerve, but managed to make three of the swiftest knocks against the wood before him.

“Hi!” he greeted, a little too much force slipping from his mouth. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie before repeating in a more restrained tone, “Hi. I, ah— hello. It’s good to see you.”