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bloodonbloodWho? Saxon Stirling and Caleb McDaniel
What? Things keep changing
When? A couple of days after Brodie and Asher return from Charleston
Where? Saxon's place
Caleb honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. Ever since Brodie's disappearance, he'd been completely on edge, unable to sleep or eat, and worried to the point that he felt sick, and there were actually times, well out of sight of anyone, that Caleb could do nothing but curl up and cry. He was honestly and truthfully brokenhearted at what felt like the loss of his best friend, but more than that, over the last few weeks, there had been no question in Caleb's mind that something was up. Brodie would probably try to deny it, but there was something wrong, and apparently something that Brodie didn't want to tell Caleb.
He took a cab to Saxon's place, not even bothering with driving -- parking was fucking ridiculous in New York, not to mention expensive. It was easier just to take trains and buses and taxis any day of the week. So he ended up just outside Saxon's building with a bag for Brodie over his shoulder -- containing mostly clean clothes and his toothbrush, but also his Star Wars snuggie and stuffed Yoda. There were some things that would never changed. He made his way up to the stairs and buzzed Saxon's place, hoping like hell that this wasn't about to end very badly.
What? Things keep changing
When? A couple of days after Brodie and Asher return from Charleston
Where? Saxon's place
Caleb honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. Ever since Brodie's disappearance, he'd been completely on edge, unable to sleep or eat, and worried to the point that he felt sick, and there were actually times, well out of sight of anyone, that Caleb could do nothing but curl up and cry. He was honestly and truthfully brokenhearted at what felt like the loss of his best friend, but more than that, over the last few weeks, there had been no question in Caleb's mind that something was up. Brodie would probably try to deny it, but there was something wrong, and apparently something that Brodie didn't want to tell Caleb.
He took a cab to Saxon's place, not even bothering with driving -- parking was fucking ridiculous in New York, not to mention expensive. It was easier just to take trains and buses and taxis any day of the week. So he ended up just outside Saxon's building with a bag for Brodie over his shoulder -- containing mostly clean clothes and his toothbrush, but also his Star Wars snuggie and stuffed Yoda. There were some things that would never changed. He made his way up to the stairs and buzzed Saxon's place, hoping like hell that this wasn't about to end very badly.
