Wilson smiled sheepishly his tough exterior, which wasn't that tough anyway, faded with Anya's words."I feel like your boss, or whoever the hell works this city-town-state-county-thing overworks you."
Wilson replied to her as she fumbled for keys in her little raggedy jacket, under his pretty badly torn up one.
"Well, I get paid decently, although they don't very much like to pay me at the end of the month. Hmm, I think I will buy you a warmer jacket. From the middle ring. Nicer yeah, and I mean it isn't much but I can't stop by as often as I'd like. Not with my new patrols. They've got me Lower Ring and parts of the Middle now. Guess they appreciate I have literally no life so I would work retarded hours. . . " Wilson ran his fingers through his blonde hair as he watched her when she told him about her job and how things were going. He was taken off-guard when she let him hug her, that had never happened before. It must be tough working as she does, being drooled over and on by fat rich guys. Wilson's brow crinkled in worry.
"Look, Anya, I know you are tough and all. . . But I also know how it is to suffer. You know that. Here," Wilson placed a little silver circular object in her hand. It was engraved with a falcon and on one side there was three little holes, almost like an instrument of some sort."Blow on this whenever you need me and I will come help you, alright? God, unfortunately. . . I still have to finish my rounds, I love ya sis. I just worry, and I'm sure you think I'm lame and annoying but," Wilson brushed her hair out of her face and smiled a stupid smile. "But, hey us freaks have to stay together right?"
With that Wilson gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, he felt sorta weird for doing that but he felt like she needed something. . . Wilson said his goodbyes and began walking towards the transport that would take him up to the Middle Ring. He needed to go and apologize to Enid for missing her recital. He had promised her he would be there.
Once the transport had docked he took off running towards Enid's place. His hand instinctively hovered over the rectangular box in his pocket. A gift he had gotten for Enid to give her at the recital. . . That he had missed.
He saw her at the door of her store but she was talking to some guy . . . Wilson thought she said "Christopher" was this man's name. Was that her boyfriend? Was it too late? Wilson stood up straighter, she was gorgeous tonight, absolutely gorgeous. He stepped into the shallow lighting of the street lamp across from her, he smiled shyly and waved. Hoping she would notice him, he didn't want to call out. . . Yet he did want to. He wanted to kiss her, but he wouldn't. They were friends first, practically the best of friends. . .
Wilson replied to her as she fumbled for keys in her little raggedy jacket, under his pretty badly torn up one.
"Well, I get paid decently, although they don't very much like to pay me at the end of the month. Hmm, I think I will buy you a warmer jacket. From the middle ring. Nicer yeah, and I mean it isn't much but I can't stop by as often as I'd like. Not with my new patrols. They've got me Lower Ring and parts of the Middle now. Guess they appreciate I have literally no life so I would work retarded hours. . . " Wilson ran his fingers through his blonde hair as he watched her when she told him about her job and how things were going. He was taken off-guard when she let him hug her, that had never happened before. It must be tough working as she does, being drooled over and on by fat rich guys. Wilson's brow crinkled in worry.
"Look, Anya, I know you are tough and all. . . But I also know how it is to suffer. You know that. Here," Wilson placed a little silver circular object in her hand. It was engraved with a falcon and on one side there was three little holes, almost like an instrument of some sort."Blow on this whenever you need me and I will come help you, alright? God, unfortunately. . . I still have to finish my rounds, I love ya sis. I just worry, and I'm sure you think I'm lame and annoying but," Wilson brushed her hair out of her face and smiled a stupid smile. "But, hey us freaks have to stay together right?"
With that Wilson gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, he felt sorta weird for doing that but he felt like she needed something. . . Wilson said his goodbyes and began walking towards the transport that would take him up to the Middle Ring. He needed to go and apologize to Enid for missing her recital. He had promised her he would be there.
Once the transport had docked he took off running towards Enid's place. His hand instinctively hovered over the rectangular box in his pocket. A gift he had gotten for Enid to give her at the recital. . . That he had missed.
He saw her at the door of her store but she was talking to some guy . . . Wilson thought she said "Christopher" was this man's name. Was that her boyfriend? Was it too late? Wilson stood up straighter, she was gorgeous tonight, absolutely gorgeous. He stepped into the shallow lighting of the street lamp across from her, he smiled shyly and waved. Hoping she would notice him, he didn't want to call out. . . Yet he did want to. He wanted to kiss her, but he wouldn't. They were friends first, practically the best of friends. . .