A long walk on a cold night in a warm mood [Julian]

[opening_the_box]

It wasn't something she should be doing, Heather knew that much. But she needed to get out and think. Things were changing and she just wasn't sure how to handle it all. Her foster parents had broached the subject of adoption. On the one hand she was flattered that they would want her for their daughter. On the other... they weren't her real

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[gattaca_boy]

He was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere not entirely good. He'd been there for a over a thousand heartbeats.

He jumps when his thoughts are disturbed by someone rapping on the window and looks up to see if-

"Heather?" He pushes the button to lower the window. "Hi."

[opening_the_box]

She cants her head, bending down a little. "Oh, hi Julian.' She paused, frowning deeply.

"Are you all right? The car okay?" Because, isn't that the best assumption as to why he's just sitting on the side of the road alone.

[gattaca_boy]

"What? Oh, right, no, I'm okay, the car's fne, I was just... um, thinking I guess. I must've tuned out and lost track of everything."

He manages a nearly convincing smile. "How are you?"

[opening_the_box]

Shifting, she squatted down so she could look at him through the window. It was chilly but she honestly didn't seem to mind. Given that her coat was bulky and down that might be why.

"I'm well. Just thinking about some things." She made a face at him. "You know, this just seems wrong." Standing up, she offered her hand. "Come on. Walk with me." She didn't ask, she merely told him.