Henry Townshend (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} guyin302) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-07-18 23:22:00 |
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What: Reunited and it feels so good!
When: Early Friday morning.
Warnings: Probably some cuteness. As to what else? Not sure!
Henry had been tearing through the city once he'd gotten off the computer. People were shoved out of the way, cabs were hopped, trains were torn in and out of, and he just generally made a beeline for Ava. He didn't care who he pissed off on the way. Ava was the only thing he cared about right now, the only thing that mattered to him in this entire godsforsaken universe.
All these years, he'd always blamed himself for her death. Taken by Cthulhu...he'd always thought she was dead. There wasn't a way out of that, no exit, no way to bargain with that thing. And yet somehow she was back. It didn't matter how, it didn't matter why, she was back.
When he finally saw her, he froze. Oh god... He almost turned around right there, his nerves firing. She was still so beautiful... After twenty years of hardship, he'd aged, probably more than he should've. The years weighed heavily on him, and he felt even older. How could she still love an white-haired, worn down old hound dog that was addicted to booze and smokes to fight back the pain.
But he couldn't do it. He couldn't turn around and leave, no matter how self-conscious he'd suddenly become. Failing that, he took a deep breath, blew it out through his nose, and slowly walked up from her right side. "Y'know, when you're gonna go on a vacation without me, you should really leave a note." That was his third failing, besides booze and smokes; sarcasm. His fallback when he couldn't get drunk or smoke.