new york; sunday
There was a process to all this upheaval in his life. He'd gotten the initial news, freaked out, managed to convince someone to take a chance on him, freaked out, and was now telling the sole family he had left that he was going off to do something dangerous.
This part was...not his favorite. But, it had to be done. He'd made such a routine of visiting his mother since she'd come back into his life that stopping it without saying something would devastate her. She'd lived so long without him and he without her that he didn't want her to think this was another time like the past. It wasn't. He was coming back.
And while his mother had gotten better, he was still nervous about this. He didn't want this news to send her into a relapse or a setback or anything. Looking up at the apartment building he'd moved her into a few months ago, Flick took a deep breath and rubbed his face.
He didn't drink but he felt like he could have really used one right now.
[NFB and for myself and one another]
This part was...not his favorite. But, it had to be done. He'd made such a routine of visiting his mother since she'd come back into his life that stopping it without saying something would devastate her. She'd lived so long without him and he without her that he didn't want her to think this was another time like the past. It wasn't. He was coming back.
And while his mother had gotten better, he was still nervous about this. He didn't want this news to send her into a relapse or a setback or anything. Looking up at the apartment building he'd moved her into a few months ago, Flick took a deep breath and rubbed his face.
He didn't drink but he felt like he could have really used one right now.
[NFB and for myself and one another]