He’s ... leaving. And whoever it is he sent, she’s not here yet. Maybe he can bribe her. Maybe he can get away before she even gets here –
Fitz drags air into his lungs, trying to convince himself that he doesn’t still taste the cigarette smoke like a lingering curse, and makes his way to the front door. Both locks, the deadbolt, the chain, clack clack thunk rattle, and his little fortress is secure for the moment. Time enough to gather a few things, at least. Maybe even time enough to make a few calls, grease the rails ahead of him, see where he’d do best to head next.
He’s making for his wall safe, wondering whether Chicago is far enough away, deciding probably not, already resigning himself to the possibility of having to go West Coast for at least a little while, when he sees the wizened figure sitting in his leather armchair and all the strength goes out of him at once.
“Oh no,” he whispers, barely feeling himself fold up onto the couch, unable to take his eyes off those bright eyes and that gentle smile. “Oh no, no no no, not you.”
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Date: 2009-04-17 01:58 pm (UTC)He’s ... leaving. And whoever it is he sent, she’s not here yet. Maybe he can bribe her. Maybe he can get away before she even gets here –
Fitz drags air into his lungs, trying to convince himself that he doesn’t still taste the cigarette smoke like a lingering curse, and makes his way to the front door. Both locks, the deadbolt, the chain, clack clack thunk rattle, and his little fortress is secure for the moment. Time enough to gather a few things, at least. Maybe even time enough to make a few calls, grease the rails ahead of him, see where he’d do best to head next.
He’s making for his wall safe, wondering whether Chicago is far enough away, deciding probably not, already resigning himself to the possibility of having to go West Coast for at least a little while, when he sees the wizened figure sitting in his leather armchair and all the strength goes out of him at once.
“Oh no,” he whispers, barely feeling himself fold up onto the couch, unable to take his eyes off those bright eyes and that gentle smile. “Oh no, no no no, not you.”