[ Bruce doesn't really celebrate the New Year's, but then he doesn't really have anyone to celebrate it with. He doesn't even have a dog now —makes it more difficult to move around—, so he just lies in bed alone, hearing the people celebrate outside, the loud cheers letting him know when midnight strikes.
He tries to fall asleep, but apparently his mind's decided to stay awake just so he can think of her through the turn of the year, and he does.
The next morning, he starts packing his things. He doesn't leave, though, he just tucks everything away in his backpack and gets ready to go at a moment's notice. He just doesn't yet know where he's going exactly, he just knows that he has to, and knows that he shouldn't. At least not to where he truly wants to go. ]
That's good. They're nice plants. Low maintenance. Hope your place looks nice when you're done.
Bruce
[ Short emails don't really make it any of this easier to deal with, but at least there are less words for him to be thinking about. ]
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He tries to fall asleep, but apparently his mind's decided to stay awake just so he can think of her through the turn of the year, and he does.
The next morning, he starts packing his things. He doesn't leave, though, he just tucks everything away in his backpack and gets ready to go at a moment's notice. He just doesn't yet know where he's going exactly, he just knows that he has to, and knows that he shouldn't. At least not to where he truly wants to go. ]
That's good. They're nice plants. Low maintenance. Hope your place looks nice when you're done.
Bruce
[ Short emails don't really make it any of this easier to deal with, but at least there are less words for him to be thinking about. ]