WHO George and Fred
WHAT Walking off stress
WHEN late in the evening
WHERE Where ever George's feet take him
WARNINGS None
STATUS Incomplete
They'd been shoulder to shoulder on the couch for hours, George noodling in his journal while Fred wrestled apart a button-pushy-control-thingy he'd gotten from work to try to see if he could figure it all out.
The answer was a resounding 'no', so when George'd slapped his journal shut, tense and frustrated, and announced he was going for a walk, Fred just tossed down the screwdriver and nodded. "Company?"
At George's agreement, he'd grabbed his coat and they headed off into town, practically lockstep and heads just a bit down. "We talking?"