[ It started with a question: Are you doing anything right now?
Presently, still not yet employed and wanting to be out of the house and at least marginally more useful, Booker has taken to early morning walks, right around the time when the air is still not quite suffocatingly humid and the skies are not so bright (or hot) yet, when people are generally still in bed or not yet awake enough to cause a ruckus. Some mornings it's because Booker hasn't even gone to bed yet, but other times it's because he's got a whole new appreciation for the tranquility of a soft morning and enjoys the novelty of it. It also means he isn't hungover, which is always a plus for everyone involved.
This morning, Booker stops by the little tea-cart down the street from the Old Guard house, which serves a pleasant herbal brew โ scalding hot or ice-cold, depending on ones preference โ and pays for two cups, with ice. Knowing that today is supposed to be a particular scorcher, it seems appropriate. The walk to their agreed-upon meeting spot already has him grateful for his choice, too.
How is it not even eight in the morning and he's already feeling the simmer of heat crawl along his skin? This damned city.
When he approaches Wanda, he passes her one of the cups with a polite โ] Bonjour. [ And adds: ] I remember you telling me you've never had iced tea before.
[ They've been making a bit of a habit of this lately, and while Booker won't admit it (at least not aloud), the quiet comfort of Wanda's company is part of the reason why he enjoys these morning walks; why he's motivated to spend more mornings sober than not. In between periods of comfortable silence, it's mostly small-talk at first โ a comparison of facts between their real lives and the ones they had in the Aerie, disproving which bits of their memories were false. A couple times, they would circle one of the parks and barely say more than a few words, but it never feels out of place or uncomfortable.
It seems like an unlikely friendship, especially given how volatile it had ended before the Aerie crumbled out of existence, but it feels real now at least. ]
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Presently, still not yet employed and wanting to be out of the house and at least marginally more useful, Booker has taken to early morning walks, right around the time when the air is still not quite suffocatingly humid and the skies are not so bright (or hot) yet, when people are generally still in bed or not yet awake enough to cause a ruckus. Some mornings it's because Booker hasn't even gone to bed yet, but other times it's because he's got a whole new appreciation for the tranquility of a soft morning and enjoys the novelty of it. It also means he isn't hungover, which is always a plus for everyone involved.
This morning, Booker stops by the little tea-cart down the street from the Old Guard house, which serves a pleasant herbal brew โ scalding hot or ice-cold, depending on ones preference โ and pays for two cups, with ice. Knowing that today is supposed to be a particular scorcher, it seems appropriate. The walk to their agreed-upon meeting spot already has him grateful for his choice, too.
How is it not even eight in the morning and he's already feeling the simmer of heat crawl along his skin? This damned city.
When he approaches Wanda, he passes her one of the cups with a polite โ] Bonjour. [ And adds: ] I remember you telling me you've never had iced tea before.
[ They've been making a bit of a habit of this lately, and while Booker won't admit it (at least not aloud), the quiet comfort of Wanda's company is part of the reason why he enjoys these morning walks; why he's motivated to spend more mornings sober than not. In between periods of comfortable silence, it's mostly small-talk at first โ a comparison of facts between their real lives and the ones they had in the Aerie, disproving which bits of their memories were false. A couple times, they would circle one of the parks and barely say more than a few words, but it never feels out of place or uncomfortable.
It seems like an unlikely friendship, especially given how volatile it had ended before the Aerie crumbled out of existence, but it feels real now at least. ]