Langston M. Worthington is a fast mofo (_coalition) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-22 16:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-30, audra, langston |
Well I, play the music, don't stop til I turn gray
Who: Audra and Langston
Where: the local radio station's break room
When: early afternoon, around 1pm
Usually, days at work at the station were routine. Even though his radio shows were definitely not repetitive, Langston still found that he always got his rhythm down, and made it through the day without complaint. Today, however, there was just something off. It wasn't like him to be in a funk at work -- that was usually reserved for home. But the were-cheetah was definitely dealing with some issues, and a lot of them had everything to do with the situation between his brother and himself. The amount of guilt that Langston felt for how things went down was not something he even so much as addressed at any given moment. Whenever he did think about it, he felt bad for some of the thoughts that cropped up in his head. Like how sometimes, all it took was looking at Gavin to make him feel insanely depressed. Or other times, that Gavin was very nearly the only person who understood him at all. How could he have done something like that to the best person in his life? Either way, the churning of his thoughts was even more disruptive today.
When it was time for Langston's mid-shift break, he nearly sprinted down the hallway, glad to be alone with his thoughts for a little while. He'd packed a snack (beef jerky was always a good choice!) and helped himself to his second cup of coffee for the day. He chatted a bit with some of the other people who came in and out of the break room. A quip here, a joke there, but Langston's heart wasn't in it. Really, he just sort of wanted to be alone. At least Gavin had that sort of luxury, whenever he wanted. Working and living in very nearly the same space had its advantages. Langston envied that about his brother -- he knew the reasons behind why Gavin was just better when it came to not having to drive or commute to work, but still. The younger Worthington brother couldn't help but feel a pang for that sort of job. He was usually a very social person, but that was on his good days. Today was definitely not one of them. With a sigh, Langston sunk his teeth into a fresh piece of beef jerky, hand cupped around his coffee mug almost absently. After a while, he no longer registered who came and went in the break room, his eyes losing their focus while he lost himself further in thought.