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Jan. 17th, 2017
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likefatherlikesonA drive to Stonehenge today, and a dinner cruise on the Thames. Here's hoping no one else takes pictures of me cuddling my boyfriend and accuses me of being a cheating whorebag.
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Jan. 17th, 2017 11:29 amslowsouthernstyleSome days, this being a carer thing can be a heartbreaking gig #shithappensday #epilepsyFTL
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Jan. 17th, 2017 08:35 pmwordsofwisdomYou never forget the first moment you met the person you fell in love with. You never forget the moment you realised you had fallen, either.
nothingelsemattersWho: Lorenzo Chevalier, Lincoln Cole and Clint Chevalier
What: Something's wrong
Where: Lorenzo, Lewis and Holly's place
When: Late night following this
Lorenzo knew when something was wrong with Clint. It was like a Sixth Sense or something. But there was also the fact Clint's voice changed. Lorenzo knew he didn't realise that, but it did. A life time of being with Clint through the ups and downs of life, he stonewalled emotion when someone was slipping out of his control. Especially if he couldn't shove it to the back of his mind and distract himself by fucking out the frustration.
It was late when Clint sent a text to see if Lorenzo was awake. He needed to talk to him about something ASAP. It was so late that Lewis was already home from work, showered, sleeping. Holly had gone to bed hours ago. She was teething again and had been restless, so it was a miracle Lorenzo got her down. But Lorenzo hadn't been able to sleep. He lay there staring at the ceiling, then he lay there watching Lewis sleeping soundly. That was when Clint's text came through. Lorenzo knew it was something important. Clint usually dealt with shit on his own, so in the rare cases like this, it was significant.
Lorenzo soon learned that Clint had called Lincoln and told him to meet him there. When Lincoln arrived, he said Clint had been away on business since the evening before. A case of some sort, had been the description. If Lorenzo had already been feeling uneasy, it rapidly multiplied when Lincoln showed up. Suddenly, there was a sick churny feeling in his gut, and he was asking outright what had happened. Lincoln didn't know, but he was clearly as worried as Lorenzo was.
Lorenzo put the kettle on to make tea, though he partly wondered if booze might be necessary. He had seen on Facebook Clint had been boozing. That was no strange occurrence. Clint having a hangover was. He had a high booze tolerance. Always had. Unless he hit straight Scotch aged for a few decades. That was usually his go-to drink when he wanted to write himself off. "Are you still taking it weak, dude?" he asked Lincoln, not wanting to give him anything he couldn't stomach. Why now, after not being able to sleep, did he suddenly feel so weary?
What: Something's wrong
Where: Lorenzo, Lewis and Holly's place
When: Late night following this
Lorenzo knew when something was wrong with Clint. It was like a Sixth Sense or something. But there was also the fact Clint's voice changed. Lorenzo knew he didn't realise that, but it did. A life time of being with Clint through the ups and downs of life, he stonewalled emotion when someone was slipping out of his control. Especially if he couldn't shove it to the back of his mind and distract himself by fucking out the frustration.
It was late when Clint sent a text to see if Lorenzo was awake. He needed to talk to him about something ASAP. It was so late that Lewis was already home from work, showered, sleeping. Holly had gone to bed hours ago. She was teething again and had been restless, so it was a miracle Lorenzo got her down. But Lorenzo hadn't been able to sleep. He lay there staring at the ceiling, then he lay there watching Lewis sleeping soundly. That was when Clint's text came through. Lorenzo knew it was something important. Clint usually dealt with shit on his own, so in the rare cases like this, it was significant.
Lorenzo soon learned that Clint had called Lincoln and told him to meet him there. When Lincoln arrived, he said Clint had been away on business since the evening before. A case of some sort, had been the description. If Lorenzo had already been feeling uneasy, it rapidly multiplied when Lincoln showed up. Suddenly, there was a sick churny feeling in his gut, and he was asking outright what had happened. Lincoln didn't know, but he was clearly as worried as Lorenzo was.
Lorenzo put the kettle on to make tea, though he partly wondered if booze might be necessary. He had seen on Facebook Clint had been boozing. That was no strange occurrence. Clint having a hangover was. He had a high booze tolerance. Always had. Unless he hit straight Scotch aged for a few decades. That was usually his go-to drink when he wanted to write himself off. "Are you still taking it weak, dude?" he asked Lincoln, not wanting to give him anything he couldn't stomach. Why now, after not being able to sleep, did he suddenly feel so weary?
