Older men or just Phil, it didn't matter. Phil had noticed Clint back then, but now it was different. Clint was older and it showed. Not that he'd really been a kid back then, but he'd just barely not been one and that was a weird place to be. They both were older now and neither of them were needing to get bailed out. At least, he hoped.
"I tried to keep sending you post cards, but eventually they started to bounce back, so I stopped." He smiled. "My sister would have thought you were a friend, which you are." Right? They hadn't talked in a while, but that didn't erase it. "No awkwardness at all."
He sighed. "People who aren't in trouble tend to... use front doors a bit more. Maybe call ahead or something? Whatever it is, just tell me. I can help."
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Date: 2012-09-06 05:33 am (UTC)"I tried to keep sending you post cards, but eventually they started to bounce back, so I stopped." He smiled. "My sister would have thought you were a friend, which you are." Right? They hadn't talked in a while, but that didn't erase it. "No awkwardness at all."
He sighed. "People who aren't in trouble tend to... use front doors a bit more. Maybe call ahead or something? Whatever it is, just tell me. I can help."