Status: closed for @owensfitzpatrick Location: outside of the Deli
As Grayson drove, the familiar, anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach settled as he neared the street the Fitzpatrick Deli was on. Ever since Owen’s return to Wilmington, and their upsetting run-in, he’d been avoiding that street like the plague. It made his heart sink, and that regret that was so powerful always threatened to ruin his day. But today, he was passing by, and Gray couldn’t help but slow the car down to a stop as his mouth dropped open at the sight before him.
The Deli... was in shambles. Ruined, from the looks of it, no doubt by the horrible hurricane that wrecked havoc through the town. That pit in his stomach grew, almost bottoming him out as he pulled the car open, almost numb as he climbed from the drivers side and stood still on the sidewalk, staring at the scene.
“Shit!” Grayson blinked, cursing hard, as he realized Fitz was right there. In his shock at the Deli’s wreckage, he’d not even noticed his former friend standing there, and he scrambled back. “Fuck. I was- I was just- I was, uh, I was just leaving... I- I’m so sorry,” Grayson muttered the words, knowing how useless he sounded. Always apologizing, it seemed. “This... this is horrible.”