best buddies forever [CLOSED]
Characters: Nathan McNeill [dislimb] and Gabe Weller [hungupboots]
Setting/Location: Weller's room.
Date & Time: Day 25, day time??
Warnings: None, really.
Summary: As Weller returns to his jolly old self, McNeill decides it's safe to return his belongings to him.
McNeill was thankful that this situation was finally under control. Though he was a nice guy and all, he certainly wasn't cut out to look after children. He was extremely lucky that Weller was mature for his age when they were little, and that he trusted him. Otherwise, this whole situation would have skyrocketed his tension levels. It was bad enough that he kept hallucinating throughout the time Weller was small and even worse that he had to hide them even more. And though Weller had been easy to work with, the whole trip to that town was stressful on its own.
But, now that Weller was getting back to normal, McNeill felt a large weight lift off of him. He doted on Weller enough as it was; he didn't need to run that instinct into overdrive on a regular basis.
Gathering Weller's belongings into a bag McNeill had found, he headed on over to his room. Once there, he decided to just let himself in. He was ready to get this over with. "Hey, it's McNeill. I'm coming in." It wasn't like him to be rude, but he was running on the last of his patience. Not that it was Weller's fault.
Setting/Location: Weller's room.
Date & Time: Day 25, day time??
Warnings: None, really.
Summary: As Weller returns to his jolly old self, McNeill decides it's safe to return his belongings to him.
McNeill was thankful that this situation was finally under control. Though he was a nice guy and all, he certainly wasn't cut out to look after children. He was extremely lucky that Weller was mature for his age when they were little, and that he trusted him. Otherwise, this whole situation would have skyrocketed his tension levels. It was bad enough that he kept hallucinating throughout the time Weller was small and even worse that he had to hide them even more. And though Weller had been easy to work with, the whole trip to that town was stressful on its own.
But, now that Weller was getting back to normal, McNeill felt a large weight lift off of him. He doted on Weller enough as it was; he didn't need to run that instinct into overdrive on a regular basis.
Gathering Weller's belongings into a bag McNeill had found, he headed on over to his room. Once there, he decided to just let himself in. He was ready to get this over with. "Hey, it's McNeill. I'm coming in." It wasn't like him to be rude, but he was running on the last of his patience. Not that it was Weller's fault.