Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log, South Bronx bar: Luke H & Cris M
He'd had his own support network, once, but it'd fallen apart; half crumbling and half of his own doing. Building it up again, it wasn't easy, and these days he only had Wren. Which was fine—no, better than fine. But even she had Evie, yeah? And the people he had seemed to disappear. People like Jack. People like, even, Max and Thomas. All gone, swallowed up by the hotel or the world, he couldn't be sure which, and—unintentionally—abandoning him. He was slowly losing any faith he once might've had that anyone would show up again.
Cris, he figured, had his own people. But Luke could use a friend—needed one, even, and he looked up with a smile as the other man approached. "Hey." He shrugged one shoulder. "No problem." It was an easy gesture, and he lifted his beer in return, a toast to something, to nothing, it didn't really matter.
"Sounds good to me." He grinned and shook his head. "Nah. Not long at all." He laughed. "True. As fun as arresting neighbors is, let's hope it doesn't happen again. At least for a while."