Post by Soldier 76 on Oct 12, 2016 19:16:12 GMT
The day had worn on just long enough, the afternoon took root and George felt he wanted to settle in for a quiet evening. He made himself a cup of decaf coffee and settled on his couch, in his living room. Overwatch, the new one had come, and it had gone. He sipped his coffee and sighed. He turned the television on, finding reruns of some old shows, he remembered a few of them. He closed his eyes and settled back, he felt someone join him. Kathryn.
She was on her phone for a few moments before she settled into a chair, cup of coffee in her hand as well. She set her phone away and George smiled a bit. They didn't say anything, both sort of vaguely watching the screen. Nice quiet afternoon. He closed his eyes again, he heard someone knock into the coffee table and raised a brow. The voice was definitely Tom's. Oiy that must have hurt. It went quiet again and George cracked a lid to see his son at the other end of the couch, laying on his back with a little notebook open. Hm, school? Maybe personal work.
George shook his head with a small laugh, pulling the lever to put the foot stool up. Ah, there we go. He sipped his coffee. The noise of the TV just a backing to the scene, and he figured they'd all finally be settled in, until he nearly had his cup knocked out of his hand. He rolled his eyes. Ansell had wormed his way under one of his arms. Right, right, he held it out for the man to get settled in. There we go. George rested his arm around the man and closed his eyes again.
That was everyone then. All accounted for. He sipped his coffee a little more and smiled, what a life. He supposed there was something sacred about a day where no one had anything to do. The tv flickered as a new show started. The old soldier sighed, it was good to be home. What else may come at least here right now, he was home.
She was on her phone for a few moments before she settled into a chair, cup of coffee in her hand as well. She set her phone away and George smiled a bit. They didn't say anything, both sort of vaguely watching the screen. Nice quiet afternoon. He closed his eyes again, he heard someone knock into the coffee table and raised a brow. The voice was definitely Tom's. Oiy that must have hurt. It went quiet again and George cracked a lid to see his son at the other end of the couch, laying on his back with a little notebook open. Hm, school? Maybe personal work.
George shook his head with a small laugh, pulling the lever to put the foot stool up. Ah, there we go. He sipped his coffee. The noise of the TV just a backing to the scene, and he figured they'd all finally be settled in, until he nearly had his cup knocked out of his hand. He rolled his eyes. Ansell had wormed his way under one of his arms. Right, right, he held it out for the man to get settled in. There we go. George rested his arm around the man and closed his eyes again.
That was everyone then. All accounted for. He sipped his coffee a little more and smiled, what a life. He supposed there was something sacred about a day where no one had anything to do. The tv flickered as a new show started. The old soldier sighed, it was good to be home. What else may come at least here right now, he was home.
