Casa Reyes, LA. [NFB]
Hurley had been having a weird life, ever since he'd gotten back from The Island.
But at least he was safe. He kept trying to come up with plans about how he could go back and save people, but nothing ever made any sense. And he could hardly ask people to help him when he didn't know how they'd get out safely.
So, he'd kept to himself. And tried to ignore things like the speedometer on the car his dad tried to give him on his birthday.
Those numbers could stay the hell away from him.
So this night, he instead sequestered himself in his room with a sandwich and a TV, to avoid any commentary from his dad or mom about staying in and not actively trying to give them grandkids.
[ooc: Open for phone calls, visitors, etc.!]
But at least he was safe. He kept trying to come up with plans about how he could go back and save people, but nothing ever made any sense. And he could hardly ask people to help him when he didn't know how they'd get out safely.
So, he'd kept to himself. And tried to ignore things like the speedometer on the car his dad tried to give him on his birthday.
Those numbers could stay the hell away from him.
So this night, he instead sequestered himself in his room with a sandwich and a TV, to avoid any commentary from his dad or mom about staying in and not actively trying to give them grandkids.
[ooc: Open for phone calls, visitors, etc.!]