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Nov. 18th, 2020 10:10 pmHe takes Neil fishing.
Theon's not sure at all if Neil will even like it, but it's a good chance to get out in the little boat before the weather really starts getting cold. He's got a couple of crab traps to check anyway.
The cut on his forehead has moved on from scabbing to that first angry pink stage of scarring, and it's a scar that he doesn't mind looking at. Not when he remembers the way Daryl had tended to it, and the easy warmth that here, in this world, Theon's only ever had with the man next to him.
He takes care of getting them set up, even if Neil knows how, just likes to do it, and then they're waiting, the wind low and the ocean lapping gently against the sides of the boat.
Theon's not sure at all if Neil will even like it, but it's a good chance to get out in the little boat before the weather really starts getting cold. He's got a couple of crab traps to check anyway.
The cut on his forehead has moved on from scabbing to that first angry pink stage of scarring, and it's a scar that he doesn't mind looking at. Not when he remembers the way Daryl had tended to it, and the easy warmth that here, in this world, Theon's only ever had with the man next to him.
He takes care of getting them set up, even if Neil knows how, just likes to do it, and then they're waiting, the wind low and the ocean lapping gently against the sides of the boat.
