Post by GRANT KELLER on Mar 15, 2020 17:31:16 GMT -5
i hope i don't run out of
time, could someone call a referee? 'cause i
just need one more shot at forgiveness
time, could someone call a referee? 'cause i
just need one more shot at forgiveness
WORDS: 303 || TAGS: BRAYDEN WHITE
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Grant followed Brayden out as she led the way, first to the market where they collected some groceries. And as agreed upon, he managed to pay, though only in his opinion, because he was the quicker draw in reaching his wallet. Perhaps it had been simply a habit, a mark of her independence. Either way, once they had their groceries, he followed her back to her flat. It quickly became apparent that she was still living in the same flat. He hadn't said anything, because the last time they'd met he had found his way into her place with her being unconscious.
He proceeded to put some of the items away as she changed into something more comfortable. As she reemerged, she seemed to have come to the conclusion that he had been there before as well. Grant nodded and smiled slightly. "Yeah, I wasn't sure if you had moved before," he stated. "Besides, you weren't exactly conscious then. I didn't want to deprive you of the opportunity to actually invite me in this time."
As she recalled having blocked up the circumstances of that night, Grant did recall them. Some despicable low-life had taken it upon himself to assault Brayden. Grant stepped in to intervene and in that exchange, Brayden had gotten injured. He nodded. "I can't blame you for putting that night behind you. There are certainly more than a few I'd like to do the same with." He didn't elaborate any further on exactly what nights he was referring to, but perhaps it was better left unsaid.
"So, where do we begin?" he asked. He wasn't sure if she were planning to tackle this dinner on her own, but the least he could do was offer to assist, even if it was just cutting up vegetables or preparing a salad.
He proceeded to put some of the items away as she changed into something more comfortable. As she reemerged, she seemed to have come to the conclusion that he had been there before as well. Grant nodded and smiled slightly. "Yeah, I wasn't sure if you had moved before," he stated. "Besides, you weren't exactly conscious then. I didn't want to deprive you of the opportunity to actually invite me in this time."
As she recalled having blocked up the circumstances of that night, Grant did recall them. Some despicable low-life had taken it upon himself to assault Brayden. Grant stepped in to intervene and in that exchange, Brayden had gotten injured. He nodded. "I can't blame you for putting that night behind you. There are certainly more than a few I'd like to do the same with." He didn't elaborate any further on exactly what nights he was referring to, but perhaps it was better left unsaid.
"So, where do we begin?" he asked. He wasn't sure if she were planning to tackle this dinner on her own, but the least he could do was offer to assist, even if it was just cutting up vegetables or preparing a salad.
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