Teddy clears his throat as he straightens up, none the worse for wear for the collision— the man in front of him may be a brick wall, but so is he, even beyond what his broad frame suggests. There's something about the man's posture and presence that make a statement, enough so that Teddy himself is momentarily startled, but quickly manages to collect himself.]
The same could probably be said for any place. Routine is always a good thing, right? But pretending at normalcy...
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Teddy clears his throat as he straightens up, none the worse for wear for the collision— the man in front of him may be a brick wall, but so is he, even beyond what his broad frame suggests. There's something about the man's posture and presence that make a statement, enough so that Teddy himself is momentarily startled, but quickly manages to collect himself.]
The same could probably be said for any place. Routine is always a good thing, right? But pretending at normalcy...
[He can't help but laugh a little, mirthless.]
What does that even mean anymore?