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Mickey plus three (plusthree) wrote in we_float,

The image of the man he was supposed to meet kept flashing up on the screen within Mickey's mind, interrupting the constant music that conflicted with the sounds of the airport. He rubbed at his ear, internal soundtrack rising louder, bright and sharp.

He didn't look like he belonged here, jeans faded, boots old and battered. The only thing new in his apparel was the t-shirt hidden under the old army jacket, and the fact that he'd showered that morning, standing under the hot water and letting the sound of it drown everything else out. That, before the urgency in his mind pushed him out the door whether he wanted to go or not.

He shifted from foot to foot, pacing as he waited. When he spotted the man he was waiting for, he started moving, intersecting with his path. "Tremont," he said quietly, as he caught up to move alongside.