Lachlann MacNab didn't really fancy himself as a man of routines, not really.
Then again, Lachlann's mental image of 'routine' was more reminiscent of the neverending grind of office working and the typical -the kind of thing one saw happening in the backgrounds of the tv series while the heroes were doing something immensely more interesting than driving to and from work to do god-knows-what inside an office building as identical to the ones around it.
That was what Lachlann considered 'routine', not his usual drives to and from Besydus, the moments in which he decided to stay the night at Mister Mac T's place or those odd moments in which he decided to turn off his phone and pretend Uber wasn't a thing and just pass the day with the older man and Maeve (and sometimes Donald and the Triplets, that, just like the other had mentioned once, were still around but were generally busy doing their own things).
That wasn't a routine for him, even if the days in which he visited, the days in which he stayed the night and the days in which he decided to play dumb about work were actually quite regular -those things made all of that avoid the routine title and it's boring connotations, he supposed.
That day was one of the days in which Lachlann had decided to call it an early day and drive to Besydus to see what Mister Mac T was up to and maybe make himself a sandwich out of what the man had on the fridge (because he always had more and better things that what he had on his place at Benbow and never quite seemed to mind the dissapearance of his food).
Everything seemed relatively normal -or as 'normal' as the place and the family there were capable of. There was a bit of chaos, sure, the bit the fence that just hadn't been the same since he first arrived no matter how much they had tried to fix it was still there, and sometimes he felt kind of sick when gazing into the trees that surrounded the property, kind of expecting a monster a la Black Annis to jump out of there and chase him around-
-but it didn't happen then, nor the days before, nor was it likely to actually happen in the future (because Mister Mac T had promised there wouldn't be any more unpleasant surprises of that kind for them, and he was a man of his word), so Lachlann followed his non-routine, got out of his (uncle's) car and decided to give the garage a quick look before making his way into the other's home per-se, just in case he was hanging in there (the man liked to keep himself busy).
"Heeey Mister Mac T, I'm hooome" he announced, even if 'home' wasn't necessarily the best word to convey what Besydus was (but it was close enough, really).
