The titan wandered around the room, making note of the painting he'd done of Rob that still hung there. That painting felt like a place out of reach. A place he could never return to. He supposed that was true though. The world had changed so much since those days. The universe had changed.
Reaching out, his fingers roamed over the gentle ridges of long dried paint, as though searching for a connection to what had been.
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Date: 2017-02-11 04:41 am (UTC)Reaching out, his fingers roamed over the gentle ridges of long dried paint, as though searching for a connection to what had been.