Golden Glade in a house that's not a home

Pike seemed friendly enough, truthfully. Collision needed to swallow his pride and metaphorically jump in. If he drowned then so be it. He was choking on the lingering lonliness anyways.

"No, I think it's time to stop my wallowing," Collision looked at him. There was a resolve in his eyes, but to be fair there was concern as well. What was next?

  "I do need to go. I wish you the best of luck, Pike. You seem like you've got some good in you. I wish you the very best. I hope our paths cross again on a better day,"

  Collision would leave. Parting ways with a man that was still considered a stranger to him, but admittedly, it had been nice to bounce his thoughts off of someone other than his reflection. The short company was appreciated and the future held answers for them both.

[exit]