It was a long walk home, with one wing still too twitchy and painful to fly. The journey up the stairs almost killed him, and he had to take a break on the third floor to catch his breath. But he makes it somehow, and Tommy sags with relief when he finally gets to the the familiar door frame, and fumbles around in his pockets for his key. Wait, actually, no. Shit. Did he lose it? Motherlover, it must've fallen out somewhere. Along with his shitty shades. If Tommy could cry at this point, he probably would.
Fuckin' Christ. What a day.
He slams a fist on the door, ducking his head with a hand over his eyes, and prays that Boone is in.
"Boone?" He calls out, voice completely wrecked. He slumps against the door with a thud. "Are you in? You better be in!"
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It was a long walk home, with one wing still too twitchy and painful to fly. The journey up the stairs almost killed him, and he had to take a break on the third floor to catch his breath. But he makes it somehow, and Tommy sags with relief when he finally gets to the the familiar door frame, and fumbles around in his pockets for his key. Wait, actually, no. Shit. Did he lose it? Motherlover, it must've fallen out somewhere. Along with his shitty shades. If Tommy could cry at this point, he probably would.
Fuckin' Christ. What a day.
He slams a fist on the door, ducking his head with a hand over his eyes, and prays that Boone is in.
"Boone?" He calls out, voice completely wrecked. He slumps against the door with a thud. "Are you in? You better be in!"