Jan. 10th, 2013

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Jan. 10th, 2013 10:02 pm
likewatson: (thinking angsty thoughts)
[It's not so much a planned getaway as it is an impulse Harry can't ignore, the feeling starting in his toes and working its way up to his shoulders until it's all but pushing him out the front door with its urgency. He needs to go. He needs to get out, get away. While his trip to Celadon with the others was nice, it wasn't quite what he needed. It didn't fix anything.

What he needs, he's decided, is time alone. His team could use some training, too, so he uses that as cover.

He tells Cooper what he's doing, how long he thinks he'll be gone, and the real reason why. Not that it has to be said out loud, but there's something comforting in announcing I need to find closure. He's not sure it's waiting for him out there on the road, but he'll never know if he doesn't look.

On the morning of the 10th, he tacks a note to the fridge door before anyone else is awake, then heads out with a heavy pack and Rosie the Teddiursa at his side.

Some time around noon, after he's well on his way up Route 5, he sends out a text:]


I should be passing through Cerulean City in a couple of days. Anyone in the area want to meet up and show a guy around?

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