[Horatio doesn't notice himself relaxing. He's pleasantly oblivious to the tension draining from his shoulders, as he marks a slim black line on a yellowing, hand drawn star chart. He exhales, and slowly, all the knotted anger and worry and self hatred ebbs away to the back of his mind.
He even manages a small smile, when he registers Dillon sitting beside him.]
I didn't hear you approaching. Can I help you, Dillon?
Spam Post all the Iris/Roderick stuff?
He even manages a small smile, when he registers Dillon sitting beside him.]
I didn't hear you approaching. Can I help you, Dillon?