“Uh, thanks for meeting me.” It felt awkward somehow, like that time when that sickness hit where he was pacing around a group of trees. That’s where they were though, Central Park among a group of trees. Close enough to people to not be completely isolated but far enough to have some space. This didn’t have anything to do with that though, it wasn’t a super serious conversation. Warren had just wanted to check in with her, really. Needed to see her as some kind of visual confirmation she was okay despite knowing she didn’t seem to be in any trouble. It was just a comfort thing with everything else going on, he figured Josefine got that. He wanted to get up and pace but he kept himself on the blanket (flannel, it was fall now, it was the season) with his ever present thermos of coffee. “How’re things going with your guy?” @josefinexgatti












