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date & time: october 4th, 18:43 location: boris’ porch status: @bhlsayre

“the orion gazette is garbage,” horatio shouts into the house, from where he’s sitting. he hates going on the oh do you remember how newspapers were back in the day rant, because it makes him sound uncomfortably much like his father. “who! cares! about what the deans during the summer!” sleeves rolled up, jacket abandoned somewhere inside, horatio lets the early october wind whisper against his skin. “be a dear and get me a gin and tonic, please!”

it’s easy, being here. with boris, just the two of them. it is easier than keeping up appearances all the time. invictus is home, but nobody said it’s easy. elton john’s i’m still standing is playing inside, giving the whole place a lively echo. horatio feels like heading straight towards the ocean. damn the party, he wants to feel the cold water against his skin.

“you know,” horatio starts, sitting upright to abandon the newspaper, “we would do a much better job at running the gazette. think about it. we could have a debate column.” he runs a hand through his hair, then sighs. “now that i think about it, sounds like too much work.” if he can’t be bothered enough to make himself his own gin and tonic, he doubts he will have the conviction to run a weekly newspaper. “either way. how’s llewelyn doing?” curious about his lover’s position as a mentee, horatio smiles, a little bit. “you’re not scaring him away, are you?”