[ Treavor does not appear to be running. In fact, it's not very difficult to find him, once Alice departs the car and, blanket folded over one arm, strolls down the harbor until the two dots on his phone's screen align.
(To think, this is how he'd planned (planned. Fantasized. Vaguely imagined.) to meet up with someone this evening. In practice, it's almost reprehensible -
Is. Reprehensible. And the shame cuts deeply.)
Around a corner, he finds his employers' brother. He, himself framed in the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, his hand now slipping into the pocket of his coat to stow his phone. His face shows no expression of disdain, though somewhere in the harsh shadows cast upon it, there's a hint of concern.
What does he say? 'Hey, Boss'? 'Hello, Sir'? 'Are you all right'? Those things...seem like they might upset the other man. So instead, he strolls over slowly, aiming for casual friendliness and not quite managing either. ]
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(To think, this is how he'd planned (planned. Fantasized. Vaguely imagined.) to meet up with someone this evening. In practice, it's almost reprehensible -
Is. Reprehensible. And the shame cuts deeply.)
Around a corner, he finds his employers' brother. He, himself framed in the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, his hand now slipping into the pocket of his coat to stow his phone. His face shows no expression of disdain, though somewhere in the harsh shadows cast upon it, there's a hint of concern.
What does he say? 'Hey, Boss'? 'Hello, Sir'? 'Are you all right'? Those things...seem like they might upset the other man. So instead, he strolls over slowly, aiming for casual friendliness and not quite managing either. ]
Caught you. Does that make you 'it' now?