[Stanley didn't argue about leaving for a while and coming back later. as far as he was concerned that was fine. What could happen while they were away? Nothing. No one was going to trash the place, and anyway, so what if they did? Peace would never know.
The thought made Stan's stomach roll over again, but he calmed it with the palm of one hand as he hurried after Giovanni. Anywhere was better than here.]
We're kind of like...neighbors...or something. I don't mind.
[Hanging out, that is. In fact, he usually likes it. At the moment it's tough to get past the crawling feeling of loneliness and grief and existential weight, but somewhere under even all of that, he's grateful.
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The thought made Stan's stomach roll over again, but he calmed it with the palm of one hand as he hurried after Giovanni. Anywhere was better than here.]
We're kind of like...neighbors...or something. I don't mind.
[Hanging out, that is. In fact, he usually likes it. At the moment it's tough to get past the crawling feeling of loneliness and grief and existential weight, but somewhere under even all of that, he's grateful.