Before the Ceremony | Caleb & Mickey
"Surprisingly enough, I've never read that. Thought maybe it'd be too...on-the-nose. My nights are usually filled with Grisham and Koontz these days." Because those books were the closest he really got to the reality he was most familiar with. While none would be able to compare to the warlock - a person Caleb didn't like thinking about and definitely wasn't going to bring up on a happy day like this - it had been thrilling. Painful, torturous and wrong, but it hadn't been having to argue the price of oil to someone who obviously had no idea what he was doing in the middle of the desert.
Caleb tried to follow the lineage, nodding his head as he figured it out. "I'm glad you're here," Caleb said, his tone meaningful, his hand squeezing gently on Mickey's forearm. He'd missed his best friend.
The smile flickered and Caleb sighed, rolling his shoulders back. "Texas is good for heat and solitude. I'm my own boss out there and make enough to keep the shop open. Meet some interesting people on the way to somewhere else, too." He knew he didn't really answer the question, but he wasn't sure how he could. There were aspects and liked and others he didn't. He was content, but Caleb knew that didn't make one happy.
"And you? Things going well? You look great. How's Leon?" A likely safer topic on this day of nuptials.