140 - Defining home
Funny how the house that I spent eight percent of my time in this city doesn't feel like home anymore, and how some stupid little loft over a damn strip club does. I hope I'll be able to sleep tonight. Everything's cold. I'm cold, and it's nice outside. Funny how that works.
The bed smells like Reno. Whether it's new or old, I don't know, but it smells like him. All familiar. The only thing that has a hope of keeping the nightmares away, if I'm lucky. There's one of his jackets in the closet, but I can't tell if this was left over from before, or more recent.
I'm...restless. Rude? Reno? Tseng, sir? Anyone from home? Feel like cheering up entertaining a lady tonight?
Private//Unhackable
Everything I did, I did for him.
Moving out today, included.
Staying away, even moreso.
Damn telepaths. Damn strategists. Damn relationships.
The bed smells like Reno. Whether it's new or old, I don't know, but it smells like him. All familiar. The only thing that has a hope of keeping the nightmares away, if I'm lucky. There's one of his jackets in the closet, but I can't tell if this was left over from before, or more recent.
I'm...restless. Rude? Reno? Tseng, sir? Anyone from home? Feel like cheering up entertaining a lady tonight?
Private//Unhackable
Everything I did, I did for him.
Moving out today, included.
Staying away, even moreso.
Damn telepaths. Damn strategists. Damn relationships.