( 552 Days Before Election Results )
BREAKING: THEODORE ROOSEVELT TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT, 2012!
Henry stared at the message in his television set, eyes boring into it as though it would tear a hole through it.
" He's running for a third term?" Hay said, directed to no one in particular. He sipped his coke from the couch. He turned curiously to Adams'. " Think he'll win?"
Henry snorted. " I hope not." he grumbled. " I'm not interested in this anyways. It disappoints me."
" Shame." John mutters.
( 442 Days Before Election Results )
He regretted wearing his best suit to dinner. Henry wrinkled his nose at the stain of red smeared over his sleeve, tugging at it.
" So who'd you vote for?" John asks abruptly. He's leaning his arms on the white clothed table, staring affectionately at him. Henry sniffed, slicing into his pork. John leaned his face in at the lack of an answer, eyes widening in expectation.
" Well?"
Henry shrugged. " None of your buisness."
" It most certainly is. " John muttered. " I won't even be upset if I realize you tried removing me as delegate."
" Who said I even voted?" John gave a gasp, his hand flying to his face in a dramatic flutter.
" You utter devil." he said. " Have you no care for your democratic process?"
" What does it matter, you won't find out anyways." Adams' grumbled, smearing more gravy over his plate. " The caucus ended a week ago."
Hay sniffed, resuming his dinner. He chewed for a few moments on his beans before looking up again.
"... Did you vote?" he asked again tenatively.
Henry rolled his eyes. He stabbed at his plate. " Yes. Now eat."
John sighed, resuming to pick at his food. The waiter came by to deliver dessert. Henry eyed the ice cream-brownie-slice of pie abomination with a hint of disgust as John dragged the plate over to him, digging into it.
" Want some?" he asked politely. Henry shook his head.
( 420 Days Before Election Results )
ROOSEVELT WINS REPUBLICAN PRIMARY
Henry rolled his eyes, pointedly ignoring John's wide grin as he fidgeted giddily beside him.
" I didn't vote for him." Henry muttered. John didn't appear to hear, still smiling.
" Too bad." he says back. Henry tried to focus on the other passengers of the train. He gave up.
" Are you going to see the National-" he began hopefully. Hay interrupted quickly.
" Yup." he whispered, still grinning. Henry stared.
" I'll miss you." he said finally. John just smiled wider.
( 382 Days Before Election Results )
He doesn't get very far on his latest book while John's gone.
He sends a text, of course, for the new year.
They celebrated it early, in preparation for the election, of course, but it felt right to do something like that. The snow swirled wildly outside of the apartment. He thunked his head onto the desk for a moment before he looked up miserably.
