Re: FT: Atticus M/Steve M
[He laughs too. He gets it, of course. All of this instant gratification has only become possible in the last few years. Before that, Steve spent most of his life waiting too. But, you'd be surprised at how quick you get used to things.] Ah, well. You can always choose the slowest shipping options. That's about all I got. Amazon will let you choose a later day and even credit you for your patience. But, then again, they've got the market fairly monopolized. [Steve had plenty of opinions on monopolies and capitalism, but he saved them. By now, he'd given Atticus a brief view of the inside of the space (or lack thereof).] Are you worried about my back, [Steve asked as he ducked into the bar. He didn't really answer the speculation about him not being the type who liked being locked in a small bar. He laughed a little. He opted to walk, deciding it'd be a loud ride for Atticus and not a lot of scenic viewing.
As he locked up the bar, he glanced down at the phone before stepping into the morning sun. The Cat was at Central and Main, so Steve turned toward the main drag of 'don't blink or you'll miss it' Repose. He futzed a moment to get an earbud in one ear, then synced it with the phone, so no one would have to overhear them, if they were out and about. He started to walk, quiet, with the last words spoken being Atticus' about him, Steve, being resigned. He thought about it, not uncomfortable with a silence interrupted only by footfalls on sidewalk.] You've said that before. ['Resigned.'] Older. When you're older. [Steve caught the eye of a couple of early birds who waved at him. He lifted his hand back, then looked to the phone, lifting it, then turning the camera outward again, so Atticus could watch downtown loom as he passed the pizza parlor.] You say it like I should be something else. Or maybe it's a bad thing. So why don't you tell me what you mean when you say it.