( Like it's that easy - it is that easy, just slotting back into the something long left behind, something from a childhood that at the time he hadn't thought was still his. He felt big, back then. Felt grown. He thinks back and, ah, lad. What a cocky fucker he'd been.
They're both lucky to have got this far. You can't take that sort of thing for granted - he's fiercely glad to hear from the boy, even if the boy is thirty, and he's only five years his senior, Seoraj.
So along he goes to the Hanged Man, and nineteen or thirty-five but hasn't time been kind to him. The little beard of which he was so proud, the sideburns remain the same; the hair might be a bit longer. He dresses much as he ever did, plain and fitted for ease of movement - a few more tattoos. A few lines, around the mouth and eyes. Something more settled about him: a man who knows who he is.
And who grins, when he sees a friend-- )
Fuck me, you aren't half big.
( Bring it in you obnoxiously tall motherfucker. )
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( Like it's that easy - it is that easy, just slotting back into the something long left behind, something from a childhood that at the time he hadn't thought was still his. He felt big, back then. Felt grown. He thinks back and, ah, lad. What a cocky fucker he'd been.
They're both lucky to have got this far. You can't take that sort of thing for granted - he's fiercely glad to hear from the boy, even if the boy is thirty, and he's only five years his senior, Seoraj.
So along he goes to the Hanged Man, and nineteen or thirty-five but hasn't time been kind to him. The little beard of which he was so proud, the sideburns remain the same; the hair might be a bit longer. He dresses much as he ever did, plain and fitted for ease of movement - a few more tattoos. A few lines, around the mouth and eyes. Something more settled about him: a man who knows who he is.
And who grins, when he sees a friend-- )
Fuck me, you aren't half big.
( Bring it in you obnoxiously tall motherfucker. )