Many people, take it for a game.
Once you get it, you're in an awful fix.
Cause after you've had it, you'll never wanna quit.
September 9, 1893 — Groundskeepers Hut
With his day quite free, Winston had floated himself down to the Groundskeepers Hut. Once he was permitted entry, he smiled brightly at the older man, curious eyes flitting around the groundskeepers hut. He had been in it before, as a boy, but he still felt like he was seeing something new. Perhaps because the man he had strong affections for resided within it, with traces of Natty around the residence.
"I missed you," he said as soon as the door had closed behind them. Seeing one another around the grounds and castle wasn't quite the same as... well. Being in Nattys arms, if he was being honest.
