With Faraj at work and Rigel with his friends for the afternoon, Orion had set about preoccupying himself with anything and everything in the house that needed fixing. Or, what he considered fixing. Tinkering with the light fixtures, making a mental list of the appliances that needed servicing and finally what to do about the mess in his son’s room.
Bah. Once the work inside was done, it was back to that rattle that continued to perplex him within the chassis. It was when he spied a black car parking and a suit’d man approaching the house that he paused, wrench still in hand as he watched the businessman approach the house and knock.
“Can I help you si—” He began, stopping mid stride as he rounded the house. “Max?“
The sound of his name surprised the CEO, but he recognized that voice. Turning, he finds the source- unshaven, scarred and covered in grease, but Orion all the same. Max closes the gap between them, grinning.
"In the flesh. I was in the city and-” He shrugs. “How could I resist?” Max puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s been far too long, Orion.”
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