Benedict wanted nothing more than to spend sometime doing normal thing for one, without the thoughts of his life and future, the worries that plagued his mind to bother him. He needed a friend to hang out with, talk and laugh over things for no such reason. Something normal to allow him to feel his life had gone back to normal god knows that he needed that feeling back, everyone had treated him too kind and gentle these days, just because he was sick.
He shook his head and continued to drive too Richards for a drink, he had found the flat with ease and parked his car before walking the few steps to the door, the pills he had yet to take make noises in his pocket. He sighed heavily and raised his hand to the door, knocking once and then twice before he waited.
Richard didn’t even realize that he was heading to the door with Bob in his arms until he tried to open it. Juggling the cat in his arms, Richard opened it with a smile. “Ben! Glad t’see you!” He stepped aside and allowed his friend into his home. Bob was pretty relaxed in Richard’s arms, not really caring that Ben was here now. Though, when Richard set him down he immediately went about rubbing himself up against the tall man. Richard shook his head at his cat’s antics, but sat down in one of his chair’s and motioned for Ben to take the other.
"So, what brings you to this neck of London?" It wasn’t that Richard’s flat was in some remote building, but it wasn’t as close to the center as some others were. He liked it this way, but he realized that sometimes it made it a hassle for people to come and visit. Oh well. Grabbing the brandy, Richard poured the two glasses and held one out for Ben to take. "Not that I’m complaining, it’s always great to have company."
When Richard had gotten the text from Ben for the two to hang out and talk, Richard had immediately said yes. Grabbing a bottle of brandy that he had gotten as a present from his dad and two glasses. He set them on the table and sat down in his armchair whilst waiting for his friend. But he was never one to sit still for long periods of time, so up he went to try and find Bob. The damned thing had wandered off again, and had only reappeared that morning to have some breakfast. It wasn’t long before Richard found the grey cat and carried him out to the chair to play with while he waited for Ben.
"At twenty I tried to die. - Slyvia Plath"
(Trigger Warning: Attempted Suicide)
Thanks Richard, I know I can count on you for that. Thankfully, West was getting napkins when the douchebag came over and said that so he didn’t hear me tell him to fuck off.
No problem, mate. You can always count on me. If West did hear you, you could have used it as a teaching moment. Tell him that that person was wrong and that you’re the best dad in the world…and that swearing is something only adults do. I bet West would have accepted that, he seems like a pretty smart kid.
I take my son out for ice cream because he gets good grades, I realize it’s late outside but I wanted to get him something because I came home late from work and some idiot on the street calls me a terrible father for having West out so late.
Are you shitting me? Unless that person has won a Nobel Prize for Parenting, then they need to shut up. West deserved a treat, who cares how late it was! It’s not like you have him out that late every day. You’re a great father, Misha. Ignore what those people say.
I would ask you what is going on, but that seems to be the moot point.
But homemade food tastes so much better. Plus it’s an excuse to make more friends without having to make too much of an effort.
Both good points there. It’s not going to be a five course meal, but I can make some pretty mean Mac & Cheese.
Will someone come over and cook something for me?
Why don’t you just order some take-away? Wouldn’t that be easier?