the cross

who: roy
when: late morning
where: maddy's place

Roy had been working almost non stop on the cross he'd promised to make when he'd talked about the funeral for Pepper with Madeline. He'd gotten the parts and used the tools at work, though he'd done so only when he didn't have other work to do. No one seemed to be too interested in what he was doing, however, so he hadn't had to answer many questions. People did off the books stuff all the time there, it wasn't like it was unusual. He also only used parts from the junk out back, nothing new. Nothing anyone needed.

It was as ornate as he could make it, really, with iron curls around the cross he'd fashioned out of piping. It wasn't going to fall apart at any time, that was for damn sure. And if anyone got hit with it, it would hurt. It was heavy as hell, as well, something he hadn't necessarily intended, but that was what happened when you welded a bunch of metal together.

He hadn't painted it or anything, figuring that she'd do that. She'd make it pretty. The city was buzzing with activity, and he figured she'd be out in it somewhere, so he dropped the cross off outside her door with the intention of missing her. She hadn't been around since they'd parted company the other day, and he'd even left a note for her. Or he'd tried to. He still didn't know how well it had come out. But he'd tried, and then hadn't seen her, so he assumed that there was a reason for that. But there wasn't a reason that Pepper's funeral should be without the cross he'd made for her. So he left that, then turned to leave, planning on disappearing into the crowds for a while. Being alone right now wasn't going to be great for him. It hadn't been for a while.