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Graham is glad to be walking as he makes his way to the Mayor's house.
He might have had one too many drinks at Milliways Bar before returning to Storybrooke, and a walk will help to work some of that off, maybe allow him to think a little clearer. (Though he isn't exactly counting on it.)
The evening is cool and the sky is cloudless: it's a dark, solid indigo blue that will verge on the edge of black as the hours start to pass. Graham hardly notices it, save for the breeze that winds itself through his hair, cooling the flush of alcohol from his face.
He passes Granny's along the way, and then the hardware store, and soon the animal shelter where he told Emma he would be tonight if she took a shift for him. (The lie still settles itself uncomfortably in his chest, a heavy weight that reminds him of what would happen if she discovered the truth.) The sidewalk winds through the main street, pauses between roads and roadsigns, and continues onward - and still, Graham walks.
The Mayor's house on Mifflin Street is easy enough to spot; it's the biggest house on the block, and the most well-maintained. (Which comes to him as no surprise, considering the woman who lives there.) It makes his own shoddy apartment look a bit pathetic in comparison, not that he has ever needed or wanted to compare them. Graham is content to live where he does, and he's never thought twice about it.
He's glad the door he'd come through from Milliways had been his apartment. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he made his way out, realizing that everything that happened since Regina's phonecall that noon hadn't even been that long ago, really. (Though the bit at Milliways has a way of skewing time anyway, with minutes easily turning into hours.)
His head is still feeling a little out of sorts, and that weight in his chest isn't making things any easier, but as he makes his way to the back of the house where the kitchen is, he reminds himself of what Regina can make him feel, when she makes him feel at all, and it's almost enough to distract him.
He might have had one too many drinks at Milliways Bar before returning to Storybrooke, and a walk will help to work some of that off, maybe allow him to think a little clearer. (Though he isn't exactly counting on it.)
The evening is cool and the sky is cloudless: it's a dark, solid indigo blue that will verge on the edge of black as the hours start to pass. Graham hardly notices it, save for the breeze that winds itself through his hair, cooling the flush of alcohol from his face.
He passes Granny's along the way, and then the hardware store, and soon the animal shelter where he told Emma he would be tonight if she took a shift for him. (The lie still settles itself uncomfortably in his chest, a heavy weight that reminds him of what would happen if she discovered the truth.) The sidewalk winds through the main street, pauses between roads and roadsigns, and continues onward - and still, Graham walks.
The Mayor's house on Mifflin Street is easy enough to spot; it's the biggest house on the block, and the most well-maintained. (Which comes to him as no surprise, considering the woman who lives there.) It makes his own shoddy apartment look a bit pathetic in comparison, not that he has ever needed or wanted to compare them. Graham is content to live where he does, and he's never thought twice about it.
He's glad the door he'd come through from Milliways had been his apartment. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he made his way out, realizing that everything that happened since Regina's phonecall that noon hadn't even been that long ago, really. (Though the bit at Milliways has a way of skewing time anyway, with minutes easily turning into hours.)
His head is still feeling a little out of sorts, and that weight in his chest isn't making things any easier, but as he makes his way to the back of the house where the kitchen is, he reminds himself of what Regina can make him feel, when she makes him feel at all, and it's almost enough to distract him.
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