"Laura..." Oh, shit. "What are you --- doing here?" In the house where she lives. A brilliant question on his end.

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"Laura..." Oh, shit. "What are you --- doing here?" In the house where she lives. A brilliant question on his end.
He holds the little pug in one arm as his free hand lifts to rap against the the apartment door. Lawson hopes he has the right one, but if memory serves him correctly this is where he dropped the kid off not too long ago. It was by pure chance that he stumbled across the pup last night, and instantaneously he remembered the young man looking for a dog that fit it's description perfectly. It had to be fate. Now he just had to wait for someone to open the door so he could reunite it with it's proper owner. Maybe it'd make the boy's day or something.
"---how can you tell if you're badly electrocuted or if it's just a 'wait and the humming sound will go away' type of thing?" Because he could still hear it and he can't quite feel his fingers and toes.
"Feels like I haven't seen you in ages. So nice of you to pop in."
"Hey, guess what?!" Hushed words as he smiles broadly at the stranger. "It's almost Halloween." By almost he means a million days from now, but still. The excitement here is unreal.
"Gale, pack a bag, we're goin' campin'." Forever. Or at least until he had to come back for school and work. Whatever.