If happy little bluebirds fly
Who: Kaylee Frye, Owen Harper
When: After his chat with Gwen and this message. Afternoon
Where: Outside the main entrance
What: Owen decides it's time to bite the bullet and attempt a reconciliation with Kaylee.
After finally deciding he was just going to grin and bear it, Owen Harper took all the bandaging off his hand, settled for one of the surgical gloves instead and finally succeeded in shaving (to a fashion). He still hadn't had a reply to the message that Gwen had sent for him, but just hoped that she had missed the message like she had before and that she would come.
Not wanting to waste an more time re-bandaging his hand , he left the glove on instead, pulled on his coat and then opened the door. Glancing around his room as he left (just in case she came back with him) he almost fell over a car rug and flask that had been left in the doorway. Puzzled for a moment he suddenly remembered Gwen's comments, perhaps she had left them? Or the hotel? He couldn't help thinking that the cut to his hand was in some way connected to him screwing things up with Kaylee (the hotel did seems to have taken an awful lot of trouble getting them together one way and another). Well whoever they were from, hopefully they would come in handy, tucking them under his arm, he locked the door and headed downstairs.
Outside the front door, he stood for a moment, trying to decide what to do. The whole reason for this was to somehow get Kaylee to forgive him, which something told him wasn't going to be that easy. Dumping the rug and flask beside the doorway, he glanced around him, then began collecting snow together and dropping the newly formed snowballs beside the top step, as he did, a plan began to slowly form, not exactly convinced that it would work, he straightened up then looked down to the bottom of the steps. What he needed to do was give her height advantage and the easiest way of doing that was to go downwards.
"Get your arse in gear Harper," he mumbled to himself as he moved down the steps towards the bottom, stopping before he reached the ground he turned and looked back, this looked like it should be far enough.
Turning to look out over the snow covered grounds of the hotel, he zipped his coat up as far as it would go, then pushed his hands into the pockets and then sat down on the wall that edged the side of the steps.