(pls move to Jawan once event ends)
Valentines Day... Right.
Truth be told, Noah hadn't even realized it was creeping up. In the whirlwind of events since he'd brokered that goal with Amp--- a god, which he still had a hard time believing, no matter how much proof he saw--- there hadn't really been much time to notice anything. Mostly it was a blessing. These days he didn't like to be in his own head. It felt like every time he had a moment to himself, he was remembering something else about Grayson, and then all he wanted to do was curl up and cry. Or maybe not even cry, but just... sit there, staring into space, waiting for the pain to go away. He didn't really know.
Then day-of rolled around, and by some sick coincidence a gig got cancelled, and now he was holed up in a too-fancy hotel and faced with nothing but romance movies on every single channel. At some point he'd just given in, ordered three pints of ice cream from room service, and flipped to the saddest chick flick he could find.
Now he was seated on the bed, the pillows lying in some sort of rumpled nest around him, cocooned in a blanket and shoveling ice cream into his mouth.
As good a way to spend the holiday as any, really.