( Donny's been out most of the day, between the studio, checking in with Sweet Pea, and just filling his time with random odds and ends of things that didn't seem that significant. Sweet Pea seemed so completely thrown by Babydoll's departure, and if he's honest, he's thrown too. They'd not spoken much, but she'd been nice, even if she did break his nose - they'd been sparring and he let his guard down, been careless. Sure, she broke his nose, but afterwards they got milkshakes.
It was weird to think that she was gone, and he'd wound up doing a quiet check-in on other people he knew, even if he didn't exactly go into their apartments and investigate; the advantage of being a vigilante was more subtle skills. (Like scaling buildings and checking through windows, or gently stalking, sometimes looming. He had the good sense to do it as Atlas, at least - if he'd been Adonis it would have just been creepy. Creepier, rather.)
His head is so full of things (not that it's ever really quiet) that when he wanders through the door, he doesn't notice anything amiss. Not at first, not when he sights Max and is relieved to see she's still here.
He's less relieved when his gaze snags on the bracelet and the letter. The things he'd prepared for if - when - he disappeared. For if Max ever had to go through his things and pack them up, for if anything had ever-- )
Um. ( The greeting planned doesn't quite make it. )
:C
It was weird to think that she was gone, and he'd wound up doing a quiet check-in on other people he knew, even if he didn't exactly go into their apartments and investigate; the advantage of being a vigilante was more subtle skills. (Like scaling buildings and checking through windows, or gently stalking, sometimes looming. He had the good sense to do it as Atlas, at least - if he'd been Adonis it would have just been creepy. Creepier, rather.)
His head is so full of things (not that it's ever really quiet) that when he wanders through the door, he doesn't notice anything amiss. Not at first, not when he sights Max and is relieved to see she's still here.
He's less relieved when his gaze snags on the bracelet and the letter. The things he'd prepared for if - when - he disappeared. For if Max ever had to go through his things and pack them up, for if anything had ever-- )
Um. ( The greeting planned doesn't quite make it. )