Well, he's always been pretty fastidious about being clean and neat, which hasn't changed. But he looks about the same as when Hawkeye last saw him, running themselves ragged. Never stopping even in death.
It's good to see you again comes to his lips. Stops at the thought of Hawk ignoring it.
He smiles though. It's not much, but it's as much as he can muster. “Welcome. Come in, Hawkeye.”
As he waves him inside, Peter looses himself from the door lock, floating up to Hawk to chirp a little greeting, even if it seems mostly perfunctory somehow. The door shuts, and Peter, apparent owner of every key, locks it behind again.
In contrast to the stylistic grandeur of Hawkeye’s apartment, Mulcahy’s house is still mostly bare and undecorated. Everything is neat. There’s an asceticism to it, to be sure, a priest living humbly. But it’s almost as if the house is… just lying there, quiet and still, like if he could see the dust in a sunbeam they would not move.
He brings them to the kitchen, where he heads to the stove to fetch a kettle. "So what in particular did you want to talk about?"
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Date: 2024-09-26 02:18 pm (UTC)...
Well, he's always been pretty fastidious about being clean and neat, which hasn't changed. But he looks about the same as when Hawkeye last saw him, running themselves ragged. Never stopping even in death.
It's good to see you again comes to his lips. Stops at the thought of Hawk ignoring it.
He smiles though. It's not much, but it's as much as he can muster. “Welcome. Come in, Hawkeye.”
As he waves him inside, Peter looses himself from the door lock, floating up to Hawk to chirp a little greeting, even if it seems mostly perfunctory somehow. The door shuts, and Peter, apparent owner of every key, locks it behind again.
In contrast to the stylistic grandeur of Hawkeye’s apartment, Mulcahy’s house is still mostly bare and undecorated. Everything is neat. There’s an asceticism to it, to be sure, a priest living humbly. But it’s almost as if the house is… just lying there, quiet and still, like if he could see the dust in a sunbeam they would not move.
He brings them to the kitchen, where he heads to the stove to fetch a kettle. "So what in particular did you want to talk about?"