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Entry tags: | hal york, thomas macnair |
Who: Hal York and Tom McNair
What: Reunions,
When: Friday, after this.
Where: Hallway, then Tom's rooms.
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: In progress/Closed
Despite his somewhat careful, detached way with Tom over the network, Hal was glad to see the younger man. He liked familiarity, and more importantly he liked Tom. Which he shouldn't, because he was uncouth and a bit of an idiot at times, but there it was. He had been reading the only decent broadsheet newspaper that seemed to be available in the castle when the all-too-familiar voice appeared on his phone, and soon he was folding it up, tucking it under his arm, and padding towards the door.
Pulling it open, Hal blinked out at the young man stood by the other open doorway. If he was honest, he was still trying to catch up on what Tom had told him. Most importantly, despite the arrival of a girl and Cutler into his life, his apparent slip off the wagon. If he really was detoxing back home (Which was a horribly unplesant experience at the best of times, let alone after 55 years), he supposed he must look a good sight better than he did the last time Tom had saw him. He wasn't completely sure he could say the same to him.
"You really don't have to yell, you know."