The Deck; Sunday Afternoon

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Travis had survived his first night on the island. It actually hadn't been that bad. His roommate seemed like a pretty decent guy and he'd only been outright asked about his scar once so he was counting that as a win. After getting a ton of sleep last night, Travis rolled out of bed around the noon hour and made his way outside.

He'd called Lawrence on the way downstairs, giving his friend an update of the situation. Lawrence seemed pleased by the choice Travis had made and wished him the best. After hanging up with Lawrence, Travis flopped down in one of the deck chairs (and he'd never thought he'd be in a place where the dorms had a freaking deck) and thought about calling Cate.

They hadn't talked much since he'd proposed and then punched Turner. Probably for the best. He knew she knew that he wasn't in Kansas City anymore but they were both keeping their distance. Sighing, Travis sent a few messages to Hatton instead and leaned back in the chair, feeling warm and fairly comfortable.

Amazing what some new surroundings could do. Even if those surroundings could presumably turn him into a mongoose, Travis felt pretty good about his decision so far.

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