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petty_dabbler) wrote2022-04-22 06:17 pm
petty_dabbler) wrote2022-04-22 06:17 pm
John and Alwyn
John had taken half the day off from cleaning to go to the children's ward to put on a magic show. He had his rings and handkerchiefs and disappearing balls and coins. Best of all, though, he had a tiny white bunny that was quite content in his pocket.
He started in the common room, then went from room to room to the kids that couldn't get out of bed.
"We appreciate you doing this, John," the head nurse told him.
"Don't mention it," he replied.
He was heading out to go home when he thought Alwyn might still be on the floor so he made a pass through neurology before catching the train.
He started in the common room, then went from room to room to the kids that couldn't get out of bed.
"We appreciate you doing this, John," the head nurse told him.
"Don't mention it," he replied.
He was heading out to go home when he thought Alwyn might still be on the floor so he made a pass through neurology before catching the train.
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"Maybe he'll be happy for you," he replied.
Probably not. John was no one's ideal choice.
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"I don't doubt he'll be happy. I just think he'll be shocked. Confused, perhaps. I've always said I'd no interest in love," Alwyn admitted.
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"I don't think I made the best impression," he admitted.
That was the least of it. He was old. He was broke. He had a record. He was no catch.
But Alwyn loved him, just as he was.
Everyone else could fuck off.
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Alwyn let out a content sigh, nuzzling at John's neck. For a while he was quiet, wanting nothing more than to enjoy this moment.