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NOLAN FORREST
WEREWOLF
LOCATION | INTERACTION | MENTIONS
Nolan didn't want the car ride to end, if only it meant holding his brother's hand a little longer and finally, truly, sitting in comfortable quiet. The quiet he used to hate so much, but now, he didn't mind so much. He welcomed it. It could easily have been the meds he took before leaving the center, but whatever it was, he liked it.
But the car ride was over in a matter of minutes. regardless of how much he wanted it time didn't stop nor did it slow, and he stepped out of the vehicle and into the cabin. It wasn't his own home, but he still remembered the layout. The only change was that the pots of plants had lost their blossoms since had last seen them. It was a wonder that Wendell had not filled the rooms with his pottery. Even in rehab, he kept up with his brother's career as much as possible and knew he was making a name for himself.
"That's okay, I know where it is." Nolan assured his brother, peeling his bag from his fingers and slinging it over his shoulder. "I think I'm gonna lay down for a bit."
He stood for a moment until he remembered where he was and that dismissal wasn't needed. "I'll see you for dinner." Slowly, walked into the guest room and shut the door behind him. Immediately he crashed onto the mattress and heaved out a sigh. He had to get better, he had to be normal, and he had to remember the vibrant self that he was if he was going to make it out there again.
But the car ride was over in a matter of minutes. regardless of how much he wanted it time didn't stop nor did it slow, and he stepped out of the vehicle and into the cabin. It wasn't his own home, but he still remembered the layout. The only change was that the pots of plants had lost their blossoms since had last seen them. It was a wonder that Wendell had not filled the rooms with his pottery. Even in rehab, he kept up with his brother's career as much as possible and knew he was making a name for himself.
"That's okay, I know where it is." Nolan assured his brother, peeling his bag from his fingers and slinging it over his shoulder. "I think I'm gonna lay down for a bit."
He stood for a moment until he remembered where he was and that dismissal wasn't needed. "I'll see you for dinner." Slowly, walked into the guest room and shut the door behind him. Immediately he crashed onto the mattress and heaved out a sigh. He had to get better, he had to be normal, and he had to remember the vibrant self that he was if he was going to make it out there again.
「 @wren. 」