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magicmomentsWho: Merlin Larson and Brandon Blake
What: Trouble in roadtrip paradise
Where: Iowa City
When: After this
Chicago was their next stop and not too soon, it seemed to Merlin. They had a nice night in Pittsburgh with Merlin’s promised spooning seeming to afford both of them a content night’s sleep. Brandon looked the most well Merlin had seen him since they met and he even managed a light room service breakfast before they set out on the next leg of their roadtrip. Brandon started the day chatty enough, neither of them finding themselves on any heavy topics like they had been navigating in recent days. Merlin was optimistic the next few hours in the car would be good and they planned to make some good leeway. Brandon wanted to push onto Omaha in Nebraska, which meant spending most of the day and into the evening in the car but the best laid plans and all that.
By Iowa, Brandon wasn’t in a good mood. He wasn’t aiming it at Merlin or anything like that, he just shutdown and internalized whatever it was he was feeling. Silence reigned in the car and he fell into a broodiness with emotional walls up around him. Merlin was so desperate to talk to him about whatever it was but after a few attempts and only getting monotone single-word answers, he just turned the music up a bit and focused on driving. When Brandon finally did string more words together, it was a cagey and agitated, “I need to get out of this fucking car. I’ll find a hotel.”
( So, they did. They stopped at Iowa City and the hotel wasn’t near as nice as they had in Pittsburgh but it was still a Hilton and one of the best on Yelp... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Trouble in roadtrip paradise
Where: Iowa City
When: After this
Chicago was their next stop and not too soon, it seemed to Merlin. They had a nice night in Pittsburgh with Merlin’s promised spooning seeming to afford both of them a content night’s sleep. Brandon looked the most well Merlin had seen him since they met and he even managed a light room service breakfast before they set out on the next leg of their roadtrip. Brandon started the day chatty enough, neither of them finding themselves on any heavy topics like they had been navigating in recent days. Merlin was optimistic the next few hours in the car would be good and they planned to make some good leeway. Brandon wanted to push onto Omaha in Nebraska, which meant spending most of the day and into the evening in the car but the best laid plans and all that.
By Iowa, Brandon wasn’t in a good mood. He wasn’t aiming it at Merlin or anything like that, he just shutdown and internalized whatever it was he was feeling. Silence reigned in the car and he fell into a broodiness with emotional walls up around him. Merlin was so desperate to talk to him about whatever it was but after a few attempts and only getting monotone single-word answers, he just turned the music up a bit and focused on driving. When Brandon finally did string more words together, it was a cagey and agitated, “I need to get out of this fucking car. I’ll find a hotel.”
( So, they did. They stopped at Iowa City and the hotel wasn’t near as nice as they had in Pittsburgh but it was still a Hilton and one of the best on Yelp... )
LOG, COMPLETE