Anders is impatiently tapping his foot on the tiled floor of the hospital hallway. He's seated on a waiting bench, his elbow rests on his knees, his fingers linked together and his head bowed in thoughts. His eyes are fixed on the floor, focused on an invisible nothing.
He can't erase the image of Electra from his mind. The way he had found her. Twisted and unconscious by the sidewalk. He groaned in regret. Blaming himself for letting her words affect him. He should never have left her. He should have listened to his guts.
“Anders!” The call is lively and cheerful. But Anders is not in the mood.
He turns his head. There’s no vigour in him.
“Mac.” Anders calls back.
“It has been ages.” Mac comments lightly. Anders has not contacted Mac since after Laurel's passing.
Mac soon notices
