Friendship, Hardship (Tagging Viatorus)

Days have passed since the last time he saw Viatorus, and when they'd parted it was on such unfortunate terms. He'd threatened violence against a family member, threatened violence against Viatorus's body. His meeting with Doctor Hill had been a difficult if enlightening experience. Confessing all of the things he'd done wrong, explaining out loud the way he'd mistreated his friend, coming to conclusions about himself, his own flaws... It was difficult, emotional work, but somehow he felt better for it all. More pure, more honest. But explaining himself to a psychologist and apologizing to his friend were two entirely different matters.

And Viatorus is his friend. Or so he hopes. He needs to know, but more importantly, he needs to try to set things right. 

As impersonal as it feels, he starts with a text.

[Viatorus. I know you may not want to see a message from me but I want to talk to you about everything that happened. I want to say what is on my mind but most importantly I want you to have a chance to say what is on yours.]

[You are a man and you have the right as a man to say you do not want to meet me and I respect that. But if you do want to meet I will be on the steps of the downtown library with the gryphon statues outside all day. If you don't want to reply and don't show up I will understand what that means.]

And, just as he said, he's waiting on the steps of the library. Now and then he checks his phone, but otherwise he seems content to watch the crowds and feed the strange variety of birds with bits of bread he'd brought along.