"It's always best to let it all go." He added.
He put his camera down moments ago. He caught what he wanted, just waiting for him to finish and calm down. He didn't feel right leaving him there like that. Too upset to be alone.
"I do feel better," Remy commented with a half-smirk.
Yelling at Spencer's grave didn't make him feel any less guilty. Sure his last words to him will haunt him till the end of time. Shaking his head, he knew better than to cross the line with Spencer. They danced around it for so long he should have just taken what he got and let it be. He knew Spencer wasn't ready for something like that, knew he would never be.
Remy looked back at the man for the first time, taking in details. Jackon stood six foot even. Thick shoulder-length blonde hair which had the slightest wave to it when he wore it down. Currently, he had it pulled back in a messy bun of sorts, tied back to keep it out of his face while he worked. Light brown eyes that almost passed for gold in the right lighting.
"I get the vibe you could use a friend right now, maybe a cup of tea too? Something with honey. My treat." He motioned to his own throat.
"I'm Jackson, by the way."
"Remy."
"Perfect, now we know each other." Jackson smiled.
He had one of the prettiest smiles Remy had ever seen. Jackson was aware of the charm his smile could have over people. His mother paid a pretty penny to get him braces when he was younger.
"I don't do tea." Commented Remy, his tone flat.
He wasn't in the mood for company or to be around anyone. Jackson was not one to take a no from him either, waving for him to come on. Remy also wasn't in the mood for being alone. He's been alone for months. Maybe if he talked to someone about what he was feeling before, he wouldn't have just had a total meltdown in front of a stranger.
"Coffee then?" Jackson shrugged, "I know this little hole in the wall not too far from here if you feel like walking for a bit."
The day wasn't so bad, just a bit cold. Remy gave a quick nod as he joined Jackson. Not lying about it being a hole in the wall. Remy would have never found the place on his own. Living here for years now and has never heard of the place. Jackson nodded to the manager as they walked in, pulling his coat off, setting his camera down on the small table.
"A friend?" Questioned the waitress as she walked over to the table.
"A first. I know." Commented Jackson.
The two of them sharing a look before he put in his order for the usual. A large earl grey tea, extra hot with almond milk and honey.
"I get the feeling you're a tall black coffee, no cream, no sugar?" She asked but used a tone as if she already knew.
Remy huffing then nodded his head, "That easy, huh."
"Just good at my job." She winked as she walked off.
Remy shifted in his seat for a moment before he got comfortable. His gaze was caught by Jackson's sense of accessories he had on several rings, all of which looked to be custom made, a long necklace with some kind of symbol on it. Along with two other shorter ones that held dark stones wrapped in wire.
"It's obsidian or volcanic glass. Absorbs negative energies." Jackson, holding up a finger as he took one off from around his neck, handing it towards him.
Remy didn't know what to think, arching his eyebrow at the guy.
"Take it. You need it more than I do right now. Plus, I have two."
His expression didn't change as he motioned for him to take it again.
"Com'on, amuse me."
Finally, taking it on the third motion to him, looking it over in his hand before he placed it over his head.
"I don't feel any different."
Jackson shook his head, "Doesn't work like that."
Remy pulled back from the small table as the women brought over their drinks, placing a plate in front of him as well, a plate that held a banana nut muffin.
She smirked to herself as she walked off. It was his favorite. Remy started to think she had some kind of sixth sense or something.
"Too soon to ask who you were yelling at?"
"Yep."
"Sitting in silence more your speed right now?"
"Yep."
Jackson nodded his head. That was something he could do. Silence wasn't always a bad thing or had to be awkward between people. His golden gaze eyeing Remy for a long moment, the pain clear as day on his face. He was still very in his emotions. Personally, it was something he would have loved to take a picture of but knew it wasn't the time. Leaning back in his chair as he sipped on his tea. Remy looked out the window, eyes glossing over as his thoughts started to run.
It felt nice to not be alone, he didn't know how to describe it, but Jackson had this airy ness to him. It was either that or he got enough out of his system to feel like he could breathe again. Remy had been suffocating for months.
His expression didn't change as he motioned for him to take it again.
"Com'on, amuse me."
Finally, taking it on the third motion to him, looking it over in his hand before he placed it over his head.
"I don't feel any different."
Jackson shook his head, "Doesn't work like that."
Remy pulled back from the small table as the women brought over their drinks, placing a plate in front of him as well, a plate that held a banana nut muffin.
She smirked to herself as she walked off. It was his favorite. Remy started to think she had some kind of sixth sense or something.
"Too soon to ask who you were yelling at?"
"Yep."
"Sitting in silence more your speed right now?"
"Yep."
Jackson nodded his head. That was something he could do. Silence wasn't always a bad thing or had to be awkward between people. His golden gaze eyeing Remy for a long moment, the pain clear as day on his face. He was still very in his emotions. Personally, it was something he would have loved to take a picture of but knew it wasn't the time. Leaning back in his chair as he sipped on his tea. Remy looked out the window, eyes glossing over as his thoughts started to run.
It felt nice to not be alone, he didn't know how to describe it, but Jackson had this airy ness to him. It was either that or he got enough out of his system to feel like he could breathe again. Remy had been suffocating for months.
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