gothicotter

Imagine a older man - a gentle fellow - sitting in his favorite chair with a cup of tea and a good book - wearing his favorite comfort clothes, fuzzy sweater and sweatpants, reading a good book. His gentle blue eyes, the eyes of a child with an old soul, looking your way.

I'll be right here, Otter. I'm not going anywere. Sit by me and let things out of your system, if you need to. I'll never abandon you. What kind of thing would that be for a fellow to abandon his friends? So I'll be right here. I'm not going anywere.