#thegreatchasseur

[the-fools-gold]

@thegreatchasseur

It had been a long few weeks since the infamous staff party that occurred, and Laurence had since tried to keep himself as busy as possible. Between work at the pier, working on his reels, and taking some time to fly home for his niece’s birthday; he purposefully tried to keep himself from overthinking. He had tried to figure out exactly what had happened at the party, but he always failed to find the reasoning in it.

It took all the courage he could muster to invite Garrett over to his apartment. It had been a while since he’d seen his friend, and Laurence desperately needed to discuss what had happened with him. It didn’t take long until he heard a knock and quickly approached the door. Unable to help the smile spreading when he spied his friend, and immediately starting to ramble, “Garrett! Sorry I haven’t been around much. Lots on my plate right now and, uh, a l-lot on my mind.”

Laurence motioned for the broader man to enter his humble abode, licking his lips before daring to ask, “So, how are you feeling? Been busy for you too?”

[the-fools-gold]

@thegreatchasseur

He couldn’t stay away from perusing around the beach. Even though he had been living in California for a while, the tranquility of the ocean was too tempting to pass up. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky, signaling that it was well past midday and would be a quieter experience to explore his new temporary home. Toting along worn book bag he had since repurposed into a beach bag containing nothing but a few quite old squashed scripts, a rolled up beach towel, and one of his favorite plays.

There were a few others enjoying the hot sand and warm water. Laurence gave a smile and a nod to each that passed him by just wanting to simply spread a little bit of joy, even if he rarely got any in return.

Although, there was one stranger who managed to stop him in his tracks with a single glance his way. His heart leapt up into his throat threatening to choke him, a concoction of emotions opening up that he had tried to gag and forget. Searching the piercing gaze of his old friend for a moment before tentatively asking, “G-Garrett? I, um, wow... Y-you look great.”

He mentally kicked himself with how lame that had sounded to his ears, but Laurence didn’t know what exactly one says to someone who was close that he hadn’t seen in years.