[It'd taken a lot of willpower and a painstaking amount of reluctant Ebay sales, but he'd finally done it in the end-- he'd actually moved. The fact of the matter was that it was too obvious, and too dangerous, for him to stick around Santa Destroy for much longer. And while this town was a little too squeaky for his tastes, the less obvious spot for the so-called Crownless King to be, the better, right?
In essence, Travis had moved upstate to get away from his... history. To get away from people. Which is precisely why Lydia Martin on his doorstep at 1 in the morning is a Thing that should not be happening.
He figures he should ask Lydia how she managed to find his shitty apartment, or why she's actually at said shitty apartment at all. (and, wow, is he even, like, allowed to speak to her at this hour of the night? like, legally?) But, still too bewildered at this happening at ALL, he just opens the door wider and continues to stare at her like she's got a giant spider on her face.]
[She'd seen him in town. It was the weirdest thing, the most surreal. She just needed cereal, and there he was walking down the aisle of her grocery store. Like in a movie.]
[A horror movie.]
[All told, it's not the worst thing that could happen. Travis doesn't know any of her secretest secrets. But he knows her vulnerabilities, and really, that's worse. In this town she can't be vulnerable, especially not anymore. There's way more than popularity at stake.]
[Maybe she should just let it go and pretend he's not here, but she's never been one to leave loose ends untied. The fact that she's here now has nothing to do with the fact that he had actually managed to comfort her once and everything to do with the fact that he's crossed over onto her turf once, and she can't have that.]
[The slap connects with an almost comedic smack of skin on skin, and he stands there, all deer in the headlights and no thunderous protest, for a good moment.
...Maybe just one moment.]
I dunno if you noticed, but this is where I live? I should be asking you the same thing!
[Travis presses a hand to his cheek, already turning red from Lydia's slap to the face. Great.]
[She makes an exasperated noise and steps back, shaking her head and surreptitiously rubbing her hand against her hip - it stings.]
Here in Beacon Hills! Where you shouldn't be! There's no reason for you to be here, this is a town for - for suburban married couples and spoiled upper middle class children, not you!
[Travis takes a moment to glance over his shoulder at the still unpacked boxes behind him, and glances down at his own outfit: crappy souvenir T-shirt, worn-out jeans.]
Y'know, I'm not that broke. I can afford to rent an apartment.
[She is visibly trying to keep herself from slapping him again. It's super, super difficult.]
I mean I don't want you here. I don't know why you moved here, but it wasn't a good enough reason. You need to get out.
[Which isn't entirely true. There's a small, treacherous part of her that would welcome someone who could understand some of what she's going through. But she can't really afford to let that part of her come to light. So he has to go.]
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also for travis!!
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In essence, Travis had moved upstate to get away from his... history. To get away from people. Which is precisely why Lydia Martin on his doorstep at 1 in the morning is a Thing that should not be happening.
He figures he should ask Lydia how she managed to find his shitty apartment, or why she's actually at said shitty apartment at all. (and, wow, is he even, like, allowed to speak to her at this hour of the night? like, legally?) But, still too bewildered at this happening at ALL, he just opens the door wider and continues to stare at her like she's got a giant spider on her face.]
Uh... hhhhhi?
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[A horror movie.]
[All told, it's not the worst thing that could happen. Travis doesn't know any of her secretest secrets. But he knows her vulnerabilities, and really, that's worse. In this town she can't be vulnerable, especially not anymore. There's way more than popularity at stake.]
[Maybe she should just let it go and pretend he's not here, but she's never been one to leave loose ends untied. The fact that she's here now has nothing to do with the fact that he had actually managed to comfort her once and everything to do with the fact that he's crossed over onto her turf once, and she can't have that.]
[Definitely probably.]
[She slaps him without ceremony.]
What are you doing here?
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...Maybe just one moment.]
I dunno if you noticed, but this is where I live? I should be asking you the same thing!
[Travis presses a hand to his cheek, already turning red from Lydia's slap to the face. Great.]
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[She makes an exasperated noise and steps back, shaking her head and surreptitiously rubbing her hand against her hip - it stings.]
Here in Beacon Hills! Where you shouldn't be! There's no reason for you to be here, this is a town for - for suburban married couples and spoiled upper middle class children, not you!
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Y'know, I'm not that broke. I can afford to rent an apartment.
[the point
travis' head]
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[She is visibly trying to keep herself from slapping him again. It's super, super difficult.]
I mean I don't want you here. I don't know why you moved here, but it wasn't a good enough reason. You need to get out.
[Which isn't entirely true. There's a small, treacherous part of her that would welcome someone who could understand some of what she's going through. But she can't really afford to let that part of her come to light. So he has to go.]