Someday, Gaeta hopes tiredly, he won't feel like two wild animals have just started a frantic, scrabbling fight in his brain every time there's a slight change in his environment. It's probably nothing; it's not nothing, what if something's wrong? He studies the tent for another minute before, with a sigh, he continues on his walk.
But the fight in his head doesn't get much quieter, even after a couple hours of puttering around town. He takes a detour back to the Oak & Iron for two more cups of coffee, poured into lidded containers for easy transport, plus a small wrapped package holding a few pastries. Then he returns to Mulcahy's house.
If he's still not visible in the backyard, Gaeta will knock on the front door. Maybe it's nothing, but there's no harm in visiting a friend either way.
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Someday, Gaeta hopes tiredly, he won't feel like two wild animals have just started a frantic, scrabbling fight in his brain every time there's a slight change in his environment. It's probably nothing; it's not nothing, what if something's wrong? He studies the tent for another minute before, with a sigh, he continues on his walk.
But the fight in his head doesn't get much quieter, even after a couple hours of puttering around town. He takes a detour back to the Oak & Iron for two more cups of coffee, poured into lidded containers for easy transport, plus a small wrapped package holding a few pastries. Then he returns to Mulcahy's house.
If he's still not visible in the backyard, Gaeta will knock on the front door. Maybe it's nothing, but there's no harm in visiting a friend either way.