sonofapie:

           ❝ ———tellin’ me about it. startin’ 
           to have a habit on our hands, huh? ❞

   ( a rucksack hangs to one shoulder, his frame gelid in
      the threshold. he blows out a clenching anxiety through
      a helpless sigh, glance rupturing from the blonde’s
      figure & swiping across the walls as he progresses in. )

                       ❝ least this place doesn’t change much.
               really has this whole … home sweet home vibe to it. ❞

of course, he moseys on
in, like he owns the place,
or hasn’t graced the place
with his presence in ages. 

cue the eye roll on her part,
the exasperated lean against
the bar. 

   ❝you’ve sure changed—
      y'look different. guess
     you’re just older.❞