(First off, wish it said my other blogs name, second you don't need to draw it unless you wish to)
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But, we know Trager HATES being alone in his big house with his thoughts-
Sure he had work during the sickness but really, how much of that work was on his mind versus how much of it was on the unmeasured time of his thoughts?
He loves to be busy-
This wasn't a fun go for him, what was his lockdown like?
Must have been bliss when he had Troy for those grocery trips, someone to talk to, seeing a living person and not his demon Father!
(I've had that in my head since seeing the question about Eddie's time with the sickness and how he did, it perked my interest, I could write it if you so wish?)
Trager "Guilty; I do get bored pretty easily and the last thing I wanted to do for a year was pace the floors of my mom's old house--all these years and I still don't think of it as mine..."
BUT, anyway, I adjusted well enough after weeks of pacing, exploring rooms I've hardly been in in decades and throwing out a bunch of my old man's crap.
It wasn't too bad for me. I kept my job, which is more that can be said for a lot of people so I can't really bitch. The lock down became a good excuse to break in my home office. I messed with the boys at work and wore a tie to zoom meetings.
Change is a bitch, but I'm a shark, buddy. I adapt. My greatest struggle was learning to brew my own coffee. I missed my plaza coffee shop so much. Stopping there was an added bonus to taking Troy to the grocery store a few days a week. Kid's a life saver; I did NOT want to navigate through that jungle alone.
I did come to the realization this house is too big for just one guy. The memories cluttering the air don't help. I'm thinking about selling it."
(Haven't written anything from Trager's perspective in a while. Hope this helps you brain storm for future fics) :D