for peter;

[emptyvessel]

[ It was more difficult than Marcus thought it would be, sending Tomas off with Mouse. He's alone in their motel room now, with no idea where he's going to go or what he's going to do. After tonight, that is. Tonight he has plans with Peter, drinks at a local bar.

Tomorrow, he'll worry about his existential crisis.

He shows up at the bar in his best shirt (which isn't saying much) and nicest jeans (that's saying even less) and lingers outside under the awning upwind of the smokers chatting across the entryway. It looks like rain tonight. What he should expect from this region, he supposes, but the constant drizzling does remind him of England in a way he'd just as soon not think about.

Luckily it isn't too long before Peter's truck pulls into the parking lot, and the other man hops out and waves when he spots Marcus... who finds himself smiling already. ]

Evening.

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[emptyvessel]

"And you're a flatterer," Marcus says, though he's smiling.

He considers the offer again. It's exorbitantly kind, and... as much as he hates to admit it? Likely necessary for him to survive for long enough to get a job. Homelessness doesn't sound appealing.

"...alright."

[onfire]

"We all have our burdens to bear, Marcus," he says, hiding his smug grin behind the beer bottle. Peter wasn't certain the man would actually accept, but he's... he's happy he did.

"Good. Stay as long or as little as you like, mm?" He slides his hand palm-down across the table toward Marcus.

[emptyvessel]

Marcus watches Peter's hand slide across the table, smiling faintly. It's all too easy, he thinks, to reach back, settling his own hand over Peter's. Just for a moment.

"Thank you." He takes another sip of his beer, leaning back in his chair and letting his hand slip away. "So why did you settle here, hm? Of all the places you could be, why this town?"

[onfire]

"It's peaceful," Peter explains confidently. "After I was discharged, being a normal person was... difficult. I couldn't relate, I couldn't listen to all the little problems everyone had."

He takes a breath then, taking another swig of his beer.

"I needed a lot of alone time. Did a lot of hiking when I came back to Washington. And I found this island. There was nothing more satisfying than watching the ocean—and the sunsets..." He can't help but groan. "You can bet we'll be watching a sunset."