Greg in the lobby. Open.
He'd started sleeping in later and later, and it was nearly 1:00 by the time he forced himself t wake up. James was gone, which concerned Greg more than he cared t admit. It was possible he'd just gone downstairs, or out by the lake, or even in to town so he wouldn't disturb Greg's sleep. He'd go with that, until James proved otherwise, because thinking about the possibilities was maddening.
He used the toilet and washed his hands and face, brushed his teeth, and deliberately avoided looking in the mirror. If James had been around, he would have taken a pill. He had successfully cut back to one in the morning when he woke, and one in the evening before bed. Bad days required an additional pill during the day, but he tried to limit that as much as possible, and hadn't fallen back on that for more than a week.
His limp was heavier, without the pill, because his leg felt heavier and uncooperative. The stairs were not an option, and he headed for the elevator. No sign of James in the lobby or the bar that Greg could see. Greg sighed, and kept walking, essentially pacing the lobby to work the stiffness out of his leg the best he could.
He used the toilet and washed his hands and face, brushed his teeth, and deliberately avoided looking in the mirror. If James had been around, he would have taken a pill. He had successfully cut back to one in the morning when he woke, and one in the evening before bed. Bad days required an additional pill during the day, but he tried to limit that as much as possible, and hadn't fallen back on that for more than a week.
His limp was heavier, without the pill, because his leg felt heavier and uncooperative. The stairs were not an option, and he headed for the elevator. No sign of James in the lobby or the bar that Greg could see. Greg sighed, and kept walking, essentially pacing the lobby to work the stiffness out of his leg the best he could.