It's a futuristic modern world but things aren't what they seem
Someday you'd better wake up from this stupid fantasy
Someday you'd better wake up from this stupid fantasy
Now, it's very important for people to know that Nate does not know that Bart is here. He'd probably be incredibly pissed if he did, and so a little duplicity is necessary to avoid the general headache of all of...that. As such he hadn't sent a letter asking for Wessex to meet him until he'd already crossed into the Grounds, so she has admittedly had little time to prepare. Bart - with nothing to do with his days except babysit and wait for Mel to visit his sad sack of a self - doesn't particularly understand how difficult that might be for the General.
Regardless, here he is shadowing her doorstep on a wet spring day, rapping his knuckles on the front door before shoving his hand back into the leather jacket he's never found without. They've yet to meet, so he won't be surprised if he gets the normal reception; that is, the person thinking he's Nate and reacting with either delight or irritation. It's like the world's best kind of game, and it's always fifty-fifty. Why? Because when it comes to the Wren brothers, you either love them or hate them. There's simply no in between.
Regardless, here he is shadowing her doorstep on a wet spring day, rapping his knuckles on the front door before shoving his hand back into the leather jacket he's never found without. They've yet to meet, so he won't be surprised if he gets the normal reception; that is, the person thinking he's Nate and reacting with either delight or irritation. It's like the world's best kind of game, and it's always fifty-fifty. Why? Because when it comes to the Wren brothers, you either love them or hate them. There's simply no in between.
Now they can make things worse for me
BARTHOLOMEW
