| To Garrett |
[13 Nov 2009|02:19pm] |
Henri was downright tired of traveling on his own. While he didn't blame Garrett for wanting to stick close to home after all that had happened, Henri was ready to get him out into the world again. He thought the guise of an important business venture might be his best bet, so Henri had gone searching for artist buzz on some of the music message boards he frequented. There were a few acts in Austin that he thought had some potential, and Henri had taken the liberty of booking a flight for two and packing Garrett's bags while he wasn't looking.
Early that morning, he'd prepared everything, knowing the man well enough to predict all of his travel quirks, all of his needs to secure the house and their affairs until their return. Varick had agreed to hold down the fort, of course. When Garrett came downstairs, Henri had a big breakfast waiting and a determined smile on his face that spoke of only one thing: he wasn't going to take no for an answer, no matter what the question might be.
"Good morning," he said brightly, but a little dangerously as well.
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