Re: At the bar: Grant S/Cris M
Grant nodded in fervent agreement. "I don't have many friends outside of work yet." The implication there being that he wanted to, that he was looking for a little bit of normal, though the people here wouldn't know how abnormal he was the rest of the time. That was the hope. "I substituted at the high school a couple times over the past couple years, but not long enough to get to know anyone." Just long enough for half the teenage girls in town to spontaneously decide that French was their foreign language of choice. "A few months, it's supposed to be a longer vacation this time." He had even been to church twice in a row, which was nice, and visited the library. "I'm looking forward to it."
Grant looked amused at Cris' sudden moonstruck expression. He'd seen that a number of times before, even in the mirror once. "I didn't realize they were all related. Lucky for the town, I don't think it's had this many businesses open at once before." Repose really was out in the middle of the nowhere. Grant missed the city, but not the city of this decade, and he acknowledged a long time ago he wouldn't ever be able to go back to the one he knew.
He blinked. "Paint? No. I guess I could do with a new sketchbook, though. I just doodle." Grant made scribbling gestures with his right hand, which held an invisible pencil. He was like that, miming things close to his body, accustomed to a much smaller space and fewer people paying attention to what he was saying. For such a large man he had a small voice and calm, almost pensive demeanor.