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[perdre]

Date & Time: Throughout the week? Into the weekend? WHO KNOWS, TIME IS A MYSTERY
Location: ALSO A MYSTERY I suck at this
Characters: Peter Gaudin | perdre and YOU!
Summary: Moping around because he hasn't really had the chance to do much else. He'll be staring at the picture of the man he thought was the love of his life but now thinks is a dirty adulterer if you don't mind!!
Warnings: tba!

[He settles down on concrete, hands in his jacket's pockets, shoulders hunched up and lips pressed uncomfortably. It's as though the day has decided to be chillier than usual, but it could just as easily be Peter's nerves prickling at his skin.

Eventually he removes from his pocket a photograph, the same he showed to the network when he first had the chance - a candid portrait of a Doctor Freddie Grumley, the man who was supposed to be the most important person in the world to him and turned out to be... something else.

He wishes he were here, so he could ask for some kind of explanation. On the other hand, maybe it's just easier to pretend he'll never have to see him again and save the pain. There's no closure in that, though.

Blah.]

Comments

[gevurah]

[ She raises her hands and shakes her head. ]

Actually, I think I'm going to head the other way. [ She smiles. ] Maybe another time.

[perdre]

Oh. [Is he disappointed? Maybe a little. Still he smiles and nods politely.] That's all right. It was nice seeing you.

[gevurah]

We'll see each other again soon. [ Knowing this place. ]