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Harry looks at himself in the mirror before he leaves his flat and thinks about how he wants this meeting with Martin to go. What he wants, more than anything, is for things to be normal between them. It wouldn't be a stretch at all to say Martin is the closest friend he's had since childhood and he doesn't want to lose that due to a few nightmares.
A few nightmares. It's foolish to write them off as such when merely looking at himself in the mirror now tells a different story, but Harry is keen to write that off as simply not having kept up with eating properly. School has become quite busy, especially with midterm exams quickly approaching, and he hasn't properly been preparing meals as his nutritionist had helped him outline. There's not enough protein in his diet, he knows this to be the case, and he convinces himself that's the reason for the shadows under his eyes.
He doesn't want Martin to think he's not sleeping, so as he approaches the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet, Harry pinches his cheeks a few times to bring a bit of colour into them and finds he's grateful for the chill in the air. It makes his eyes water a bit, making them bright, and it's easy to smile when he sees Martin sitting inside.
None of this is Martin's fault and there's no undoing what's been done. All they can do -- all of them, he thinks, John included -- is go forward from here. Harry is certainly willing.
"Hullo," he says when he reaches Martin's table. "Have you ordered already?"
A few nightmares. It's foolish to write them off as such when merely looking at himself in the mirror now tells a different story, but Harry is keen to write that off as simply not having kept up with eating properly. School has become quite busy, especially with midterm exams quickly approaching, and he hasn't properly been preparing meals as his nutritionist had helped him outline. There's not enough protein in his diet, he knows this to be the case, and he convinces himself that's the reason for the shadows under his eyes.
He doesn't want Martin to think he's not sleeping, so as he approaches the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet, Harry pinches his cheeks a few times to bring a bit of colour into them and finds he's grateful for the chill in the air. It makes his eyes water a bit, making them bright, and it's easy to smile when he sees Martin sitting inside.
None of this is Martin's fault and there's no undoing what's been done. All they can do -- all of them, he thinks, John included -- is go forward from here. Harry is certainly willing.
"Hullo," he says when he reaches Martin's table. "Have you ordered already?"
