Alive || Rumroux
Gordon nodded in understanding. “It’s hard going somewhere new without knowin’ anyone but…” He chuckled. “There’s something freeing about it. All my family is either in Boston or Montford, so when I got sent up to New York last year it was…well, it was chaotic for the obvious reasons, but it was, I dunno…it was nice.” He finished with a smile before the smile faded. “I can’t believe that was just last year…” He muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"Finally gettin’ that respect you women fight so hard for. I hope you make the parents call you that too." He teased before blanching. "Watch that one, she’ll set fire to the place if you don’t make her prima ballerina."
At the turnaround of subject he gave a halfhearted chuckle and shrugged. “It’s uh, well, it’s been different, but not really. I still drink too much coffee, eat too much pie and spend more time at the station than my apartment.” He admitted. “I’m goin’ for a heart attack by fourty five, that’s years before my father’s first one, I think I’m well on my way.” The chuckle died in his throat at the scowl she threw him. “I haven’t had much choice, you know, after everything that happened, you figure the worst would have passed, but it was just replaced with a new evil, though everything seems to finally be settling down a bit. The Feds have all of us on edge though. Ain’t no rest for the wicked.’
Clara shrugged nonchalantly, “I was used to a certain level of respect, this just makes me feel old some days.” She chuckled and shook her head, “I mean the ambition she had, y’know? Like she’s little spitfire but man that girl was practically born for dancing.”
At the mention of his living habits, Clara frowned, a crease forming in her forehead with concern. “Gordon…” She sighed, “I oughta smack ya right upside the head in front of God and everyone.” She shoved his arm playfully. “If you get yourself into some kind of heart attack mess and wind up dead I will literally bring you back from the dead just so I can kill you.” She continued sternly. “I sounds like you have quite the busy schedule back home…Er. Montford.” She corrected herself. After considering Montford her home for such a long time, it was strange most days to think that she no longer lived there. Some habits just die harder then others, she supposed.
She nodded once he finished, “Like I said, and here I thought you worked strange hours before all this.” She sighed wistfully. “You really need to start taking better care of yourself, or else I’ll start worrying and I’ll just have no choice but to come back and make sure you keep your head on your shoulders since clearly no one else is.” She teased, a pang in her chest as she said the words. She hadn’t considered the possibility of anyone else in his life, a new girlfriend maybe? The idea just made the sinking feeling in her stomach worse. She shook it off as quickly as she could mange, however, and proceeded to feign a remarkable amount of interest in the menu.