WHERE: Crashdown WITH @skyehenderson
This had been his plan, his invitation, and he had done the arrangements too, but he simply couldn’t convince himself that this was what he wanted. To be in the same room as Skye, to share a coffee. I worried the conversation would turn a certain direction, he worried neither of them could move on to be… well… friends seemed enough for now… if they didn’t talk about it. He waited in front of the coffee house for her, spending the moments checking the cuts and bruises on his hands from the fight club the other night. He needed new tape for his hands. When she appeared he perked up, he could never really ignore the nostalgia when he saw her, how he wished to have it again. How he wished… “Hey, happy new year.”
