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Who: Greg, "Remington"
What: Coming to terms with change.
When: August 28th, Backdate (afternoonish)
Where: Hyperion, court yard
It had already been a day since he took Lance to the beach and had their talk, and he still didn't know how to feel about it. A part of him was glad that Lance was doing something to take care of himself, but the rest of it...
Greg just felt numb. It didn't matter that he was the one who facilitated it, the one who encouraged Lance to get away from what was bothering him so much. There was no guarantee Lance would ever come back. And to Greg, that felt like losing a close friend all over again.
He wasn't going to stop Lance. He needed to do what was right by him, and Greg didn't have any right to stand in the way of that. But knowing that didn't stop Greg from being sad about it, and it showed.
He'd spent most of the day out in the court yard, one of the quietest, least frequented places in the Hyperion, sitting on the one wooden tree swing there, just staring at his feet. He didn't have the motivation to get up and do something else, though he knew he was going to have to do so sooner or later.
Sabine would be worrying after him soon enough...
What: Coming to terms with change.
When: August 28th, Backdate (afternoonish)
Where: Hyperion, court yard
It had already been a day since he took Lance to the beach and had their talk, and he still didn't know how to feel about it. A part of him was glad that Lance was doing something to take care of himself, but the rest of it...
Greg just felt numb. It didn't matter that he was the one who facilitated it, the one who encouraged Lance to get away from what was bothering him so much. There was no guarantee Lance would ever come back. And to Greg, that felt like losing a close friend all over again.
He wasn't going to stop Lance. He needed to do what was right by him, and Greg didn't have any right to stand in the way of that. But knowing that didn't stop Greg from being sad about it, and it showed.
He'd spent most of the day out in the court yard, one of the quietest, least frequented places in the Hyperion, sitting on the one wooden tree swing there, just staring at his feet. He didn't have the motivation to get up and do something else, though he knew he was going to have to do so sooner or later.
Sabine would be worrying after him soon enough...