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[Jul. 16th, 2009|03:11 pm] |
*is only getting busier with Fountain work and his commitments to his label (the rapid pace of his plans necessitating seemingly endless meetings with Salgant or Roxy or Thor, his tour manager, not to mention interviews and rehearsals and the like)*
*has taken to starting his mornings as early as he used to (taking care not to wake Glorfindel), with the added headache of getting home very late in the evenings (often too late to spend any significant amount of time with Glorfindel before he goes to bed)*
*therefore, greatly looks forward to his lunch hours (Esther being happy to shoo him out of the House if he doesn't force himself), when he can be certain of seeing Glorfindel and finding out how he is, how his therapy sessions are going, et cetera*
*ventures out early one afternoon, having made such plans to meet Glorfindel at one of their favorite cafés* |
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[May. 26th, 2009|08:54 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, @gondolin, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:rehab, ecthelion, erestor, glorfindel, lucas, salgant, stasia | ] |
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*despite shorter and less frequent visits, of late (awkward being a kind word to describe them and painful a more accurate word, and Glorfindel seems more and more relieved to end them), returns to the rehab clinic to see Glorfindel not long after his most recent revelation (and it isn't that recent a revelation, either, but he is growing used to Glorfindel not remembering things, too)*
*keeps the thought in mind to speak to Glorfindel's therapist and perhaps demand get some answers as to why he does not seem to be showing any improvement*
*looks for Glorfindel in the common areas and does not dwell on the fact that he cannot think of anything new to say, that he is only here to cling to some vague, desperate hope (today will be the day he smiles)*
[Edit] *hurries home and barricades himself in his office in an attempt to avoid any more (crushing) encounters today* *sits down and stares at his framed desk photo for a solid minute before unceremoniously shoving it into a drawer*
*accomplishes very little that can be called productive (although the hours still pass), until it occurs to him to actually check his calendar...and oh, that is the last thing in the world he wants to be doing now but he did promise, after all*
*sends Erestor a hasty text (agent orange, 10 p.m. i'm buying.) before going upstairs to shower and change, finally venturing out again as evening deepens* |
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exhausted