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Garrett Michael Holt ([personal profile] texasbadboy) wrote in [community profile] dreamlikenewyork 2016-05-18 04:16 am (UTC)

Garrett's eyes watched as Fin brought up the photos of his horse, and his eyes lit up. He'd always loved horses, and Fin's girl was beautiful. The angles of the selfies were strange, and Garrett tilted his head. "Are you guys sitting down in this picture," he asked, tilting the phone to try and figure out what they were doing. "She's gorgeous, dude. I can see how you fell in love with her right up. So she's basically adopted you as her baby? And you're out there without your mom, so I guess maybe you needed her to fill in a little, too?" He smiled. It was just calming to know that Fin was being loved by such a beautiful animal. "So she's got the skills and talent, but also got the personality to go with it? That's pretty spectacular, dude. Your dad must really care about you a lot and want to see you happy. I'm glad stuff's going better at your school. What did they do to you? I'm gonna have to come to New York and kick their asses. Then again... I'm kind of thinking of coming to New York anyway."

"You're really looking after him, huh?" he asked gently. "Do they know why he has that pain? That must really suck for him. You, too, really. Not ever knowing if he's gonna be in pain from one day to the next. And I know you. I know how much you hate to see anyone hurting. I'd really like to get that chance to meet him, though. He sounds like a good guy, but you know we have to vet him. And I personally never thought you'd be looking to marry a horse. A dude hung like one, sure, but not a horse itself." It took a long moment for Garrett to be ready to answer that question, but he breathed deeply and looked at his best friend. "I... I know where they came from 'cuz they came from me," he confessed, looking down at his feet and not being able to look back up at his friend. "I sold them to the kid that gave them to you, but I didn't want anyone to give them to you. I was trying to make some extra money to send home to Mom, and I just... I fucked up."

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