who. Weevil and Solvei what. Trying to fight off angst!demons when. Today where. Solvei's
Weevil was thinking about what a mistake it was to get involved as he rode down the street. He was making friends with people who were making him care. He was becoming connected to the point that he had to go check in on Solvei. And Weevil preferred avoiding things like that. Especially with blonds. He seemed to have a soft spot for blonds. Turning a corner, he told himself he wouldn't let any more women, blond or no, into his life.
Still, he drove to Solvei's shop. He'd gone the night before, but she hadn't been around. He'd worried a little, but hadn't known what to do. It didn't seem his place to go after her. Solvei was a big girl who was going through a lot of shit. He wasn't going to smother her. He was just going to see if she was home and if she needed a drink. If he put it like that, it didn't seem so bad.
He parked his bike outside, possibly illegally, and entered the little shop.