mj (mgn) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-08-10 18:29:00 |
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Despite any efforts - menial or otherwise - to the contrary, Megan was worried. It had been when Edison had asked her to pick up food from the grocer that did it. She knew it had been an abnormal amount of days since they'd spent any time together. The exact number she didn't know. She'd been busy with the end of the season and the impending play offs, and the bar always seemed to fill Edison's hands when she wasn't putting herself directly in them. It had been enough to wonder, at the very least. She'd felt it tug at the back of her mind for a little while. The journal entry? It was enough to bring that to the front. She'd picked up something quick and simple from McTavish's. Spaghetti. She could at least manage that, should it be her that ended up cooking. There was also fruit and chocolate. The chocolate for obvious reasons and the fruit, well ... he could use it as a decoration or the likes. With the bag balanced on her hip, Megan made the sort, familiar walk from the lift to Edison's door. She could feel the adrenaline in her veins and it was nearly impossible to simply knock on his door rather than break it down. I don't want you to worry, he'd said. |