That was the way of things, he knew that as well as anyone. Friends drifted, people moved in out of each other's lives, something something ships passing in the night or whatever. It wasn't as if he could complain, he was just as guilty of letting friendships fade as anyone; it was just that faced with it now, the realization that if they hadn't had a history they'd be as good as strangers, Coop felt a wave of guilt wash over him.
He sat on the sand with a grunt that was immediately followed by a sheepish chuckle at what had to be an audible cracking of both his knees. He leaned back on one elbow, his nice suit be damned. Shaking his head, he glanced up a Raleigh with a smirk playing at one corner of his mouth before looking out at the ocean, breathing in the salty air.
"As long as you forgive me, we can call it even. I've moved a few times since leaving Siren Cove, actually, but I'm parked in Costa Mesa out in California for now. Can't stay away from beach towns for too long but it's a little warmer in that one. Friend of mine's babysitting the dogs, they're living the good life, my practice is doing well. Can't complain."
And he couldn't. Not too often, anyway. He was the only one left in his group of friends unmarried and unattached, a strange phenomenon he hadn't spent a great deal of time anticipating when he was younger. Sometimes he missed the smaller town life, he had to admit. At least when everyone knew his business here, they mostly just accepted it without too much judgment or too many questions.
"Anyway. It's significantly less exciting than living here. What about you? What's keeping you busy outside of the bakery?"
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That was the way of things, he knew that as well as anyone. Friends drifted, people moved in out of each other's lives, something something ships passing in the night or whatever. It wasn't as if he could complain, he was just as guilty of letting friendships fade as anyone; it was just that faced with it now, the realization that if they hadn't had a history they'd be as good as strangers, Coop felt a wave of guilt wash over him.
He sat on the sand with a grunt that was immediately followed by a sheepish chuckle at what had to be an audible cracking of both his knees. He leaned back on one elbow, his nice suit be damned. Shaking his head, he glanced up a Raleigh with a smirk playing at one corner of his mouth before looking out at the ocean, breathing in the salty air.
"As long as you forgive me, we can call it even. I've moved a few times since leaving Siren Cove, actually, but I'm parked in Costa Mesa out in California for now. Can't stay away from beach towns for too long but it's a little warmer in that one. Friend of mine's babysitting the dogs, they're living the good life, my practice is doing well. Can't complain."
And he couldn't. Not too often, anyway. He was the only one left in his group of friends unmarried and unattached, a strange phenomenon he hadn't spent a great deal of time anticipating when he was younger. Sometimes he missed the smaller town life, he had to admit. At least when everyone knew his business here, they mostly just accepted it without too much judgment or too many questions.
"Anyway. It's significantly less exciting than living here. What about you? What's keeping you busy outside of the bakery?"