17671 / 18334 — preparations are complete for catch-up tomorrow
The green-haired figure limping on the sidewalk ahead was in fact Galen—Hawthorn’s tutor—and in so much of a hurry that he carried his cane rather than supporting himself with it. Just watching the guy move made him wince. The awkwardness of his gait came down more on the side of agony than disability, and the back of his shirt was completely sweat-soaked. Rather than honk and possibly scare him into stumbling, Johnny pulled ahead of him and passed by a driveway, then smoothly reversed into it, blocking his path.
Galen finally slowed to a stop as he approached the driver’s side window, raising his head. Though at first he seemed angry, recognition dawned as soon as their eyes met. As soon as he figured out it was safe, he lowered his guard and bent over in a slight crouch, panting. Trying to catch his breath.
Johnny craned his head out of the open window. “…Listen, I know you’re from the suburbs and all, so I can’t blame you for not knowing. But this is really not the sorta place you wanna take a walk, y’know?”
