Post by Ferris Felwinter on Aug 30, 2024 1:26:26 GMT |
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Post by Elijah Vanderson on Sept 15, 2024 5:04:55 GMT
Elijah listened to Ferris with a half-smile, feeling the weight of his own thoughts but appreciating the lightness Ferris tried to inject into the conversation. It was clear Ferris was drifting, tipsy enough that the line between serious talk and casual rambling had blurred. Elijah had been there plenty of times before.
“Not a fun boat at all,” Elijah agreed, raising his glass as if to toast to their shared misery. But when it came to talking about work and hobbies, he let out a quiet chuckle. “Cross-country running, huh? Sounds like you’re working on your stamina for... well, for whatever else you're up to." His smile flickered for a moment. He knew a little too well how easy it was to turn exercise or work into a distraction from the bigger issues.
“Hockey though... yeah, I can skate. Haven’t been on the ice in years, but I’m not bad,” Elijah said, remembering some fond memories from his younger days. “Might not be graceful, but I can hold my own. A rec league sounds like a good idea. Could be fun.”
He glanced at Ferris, noticing how the alcohol was starting to take its toll, but the suggestion of hockey seemed like an olive branch, a chance to reconnect in a way that didn’t involve heavy drinking or dodging real conversations. “I’m down to give it a shot. Beats sitting around all the time, right?” Elijah added, though he knew full well that it wasn’t just about keeping busy. It was about trying to find some way forward that didn’t involve slipping back into old, destructive habits.
“Not a fun boat at all,” Elijah agreed, raising his glass as if to toast to their shared misery. But when it came to talking about work and hobbies, he let out a quiet chuckle. “Cross-country running, huh? Sounds like you’re working on your stamina for... well, for whatever else you're up to." His smile flickered for a moment. He knew a little too well how easy it was to turn exercise or work into a distraction from the bigger issues.
“Hockey though... yeah, I can skate. Haven’t been on the ice in years, but I’m not bad,” Elijah said, remembering some fond memories from his younger days. “Might not be graceful, but I can hold my own. A rec league sounds like a good idea. Could be fun.”
He glanced at Ferris, noticing how the alcohol was starting to take its toll, but the suggestion of hockey seemed like an olive branch, a chance to reconnect in a way that didn’t involve heavy drinking or dodging real conversations. “I’m down to give it a shot. Beats sitting around all the time, right?” Elijah added, though he knew full well that it wasn’t just about keeping busy. It was about trying to find some way forward that didn’t involve slipping back into old, destructive habits.