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so the sun, it can shine on me, and the clouds they can roll away (open to all)
Davin missed a lot of things while he was being held in that warehouse, but coffee was up high on the list. By the second day, he was feeling the lack of caffeine and the added headache wasn't doing him any favors. The first few days back, he didn't want to leave his apartment. James or Mira would bring him coffee from Quill, or he'd fire up his little coffeemaker in his kitchen. He was allowed a few days of being lazy, he thought. Or fear disguised as laziness, if he's honest with himself.
But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.
He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.
It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.
People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.
But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.
He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.
It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.
People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.
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Lara smiled and gave him a careful hug. He sounded better than he looked so there was that at least."Of course I forgive you." She said, kissing his cheek softly. She doesn't quite buy the cheeky smile because it doesn't exactly reach his eyes but she can fake it for his sake. Taking his hand, she gave it a squeeze. "Let me buy you breakfast?"
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He squeezes her hand and smiles a bit brighter. "As long as there's coffee."
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"There's always coffee when you do the shifts I do at the bar." Lara said, smiling and loosing a little power to make his aches and pains a little less immediate. It was a slight misuse, them being in public, but she couldn't bear to see him hurting like that.
She led them inside and to the table at the back in the corner with that comfy couches. Normally she'd take the seat facing the room but today she left it empty for Davin. Maybe he wasn't as affected as she expected him to be but she was going to try everything she could to make him feel comfortable and she figured that seeing all the exits would at least do that.
A waitress passed and she ordered a large coffee and a huge plate of cooked breakfast with pancakes and bacon and sausage for herself and then smiled at him. "Get what you want. You look like you need a good meal."
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"God, ya have no idea," Davin says with a rueful laugh. He went four days with no food at all, and then another day with IV fluids and small bits of hospital food. He's had a few meals since then, but he still feels like he's catching up. "I'll have the same, please. An' a bear claw."
He smiles at the waitress and then hands over the menu before looking at Lara. "So, did I miss anythin'?