Felix stepped in through the front door in his usual riot of color and motion, setting his work briefcase down on the credenza in the entryway, then unloading his pockets of keys and wallet on top of it as was his habit. His first inhale upon closing the door was of fresh coffee, which smelled divine, and he only barely swung off his coat before he was strolling out of the entry on his way toward the kitchen.
All the signs of Shannon being home already were evident, so Felix began talking almost as soon as he got inside. "Is that coffee, darling? Please tell me it's ready, it's beastly cold outside and I'm not sure I can feel my..."
He stopped, suddenly, all motion suspended when he caught sight of Shannon, still and stricken, sitting at the table. Whatever had vexed him so was clearly there before him, a pile of papers and perhaps photographs that Felix couldn't clearly see. Despite a twist in his heart to see Shannon looking so pale and so... so strangely lost, Felix's guard went up immediately.
"Shannon? Whatever has happened. You look like you've seen a ghost."
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Date: 2015-01-21 04:06 am (UTC)All the signs of Shannon being home already were evident, so Felix began talking almost as soon as he got inside. "Is that coffee, darling? Please tell me it's ready, it's beastly cold outside and I'm not sure I can feel my..."
He stopped, suddenly, all motion suspended when he caught sight of Shannon, still and stricken, sitting at the table. Whatever had vexed him so was clearly there before him, a pile of papers and perhaps photographs that Felix couldn't clearly see. Despite a twist in his heart to see Shannon looking so pale and so... so strangely lost, Felix's guard went up immediately.
"Shannon? Whatever has happened. You look like you've seen a ghost."