It wasn't a bad sort of walk. He just couldn't sleep, and he didn't want to disturb Hattie by watching movie after movie or tossing and turning or worse, changing so that he would be forced to re-charge, a kind of alternate sleep.
So he was walking, instead. Enjoying the night air, looking up at the stars, contemplating life and the events of the past few months. Thinking, with some bitterness still, about Ares. Getting a feel for the track in a different way so that he would better understand it the next time he drove it. Wondering what fatherhood would be like. Feeling the way his hair ruffled over his forehead when it was picked up by the breeze. Wondering how he'd managed to get so damned lucky in his life, in such a strange and bizarre fashion.
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Date: 2008-06-07 06:27 am (UTC)So he was walking, instead. Enjoying the night air, looking up at the stars, contemplating life and the events of the past few months. Thinking, with some bitterness still, about Ares. Getting a feel for the track in a different way so that he would better understand it the next time he drove it. Wondering what fatherhood would be like. Feeling the way his hair ruffled over his forehead when it was picked up by the breeze. Wondering how he'd managed to get so damned lucky in his life, in such a strange and bizarre fashion.