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Woolsey and Gallagher were close, like romantically close. And since being a part of the Bloodhound Family, their goal is always the safety of the guests in the Dreamscapes. So that means they couldn't have some time for themselves. But it doesn't mean they don't have their own day offs.
And this day, was an exception.
Coty - the Head of Security took his place, temporary at the northwest of the Reverie Hotel entrance for a day off. Woolsey stepped in the bar where Gallagher, Siobhan, and maybe Misha were at.
As soon he walked in, he quickly noticed Gallagher and Siobhan having a conversation, so he strides towards them.
"Woah, rare to see you around here Woolsey. I never thought the captain of the bloodhound would be her! " Siobhan greeted, whilst aiding a drink when she noticed Woolsey striding towards their spot. Meanwhile Gallagher's gaze drifted to Woolsey, cracking a small smile, and forgetting about his drink for a moment.
"Fancy a drink partner?" Gallagher offered when Woolsey sat in the stool beside him, and glanced down before meeting the other man's gaze. "Hm, sure I guess." Woolsey answered as Gallagher ordered one of woolsey's usuals to Siobhan, which She gladly started working on. He's gaze turned towards woolsey's.
"So.. how's your little brother?" Gallagher asked while he woolsey taps his fingers onto the table repeatedly, before sipping his drink. Waiting for an answer, "He'a doing well, but still need some improvement with his temper." Woolsey answered shortly, as Siobhan slides the drink to him, and swishing the drink in his hand.
"Ahh well.. Im going to take a break, Gallagher you're in charge." Siobhan commented before a few minutes passed, and she went to take her break. Gallagher smirked as he glanced at woolsey, "Shall we continue our conversation?" He requested, which Woolsey answer. "Might swell."
Gallagher smiled as he started speaking about numerous things, hobbies, and many more. while woolsey listened, enjoying his company. but now..? he doesn't hear that voice, he can never listen to Gallagher talk about the things he always seemed to be so passionate about. Woolsey's gaze drifted back to the stool where Gallagher would always sit whenever they had days off, drink soulglad until the middle of the night.
He missed Gallagher.
He missed that brown, soft, curly hair.
He missed his voice, his company and..
Warmth.
Woolsey smiled softly, yet he knew he would need to let go of his only love. It was unhealthy, and that would mean unable to fulfill their duty as bloodhounds. Now when did he became so soft? Gallagher would've joked about that to lighten up the mood, but he's.. not here anymore. "You couldn't even give me a proper goodbye." Woolsey somberly muttered as his shaky hand ever so slightly graze at Gallagher's necktie. "Couldn't at least prepared me for the grief of your death."
His smile slowly faltered as he pulls his hand away. Unable to bring himself to touch the last remnants of Gallagher, because he wanted to preserve the last remaining pieces he had of him. Even if it was simple as a clothes like this. To remind himself, he was real. Not a hallucination born from grief and pain of a past memory he wouldn't dare to look back. Woolsey slowly grabbed the drink he was drinking, and raised his glass up the air for a toast. while his eyes were filled of sorrow, pain and.. acceptance. "To the... imperfect tomorrow may we reunite in the other side of life.. Partner."
And with that, woolsey drank the remaining alcohol and left after paying his bill. But even now and the days forward, he'll never forget the scent of tobacco, candy and that hint of cheap shampoo that was uniquely Gallagher's. Even if Woolsey - himself, is slowly forgetting what he looks like.. and his voice.