Somewhere Along The Parade Route on Apocalypse Ave

Following the celebration in the park yesterday, Watts had let himself into his apartment, shrugged off his suit jacket, and promptly fallen asleep. He’d had a good time, met new people (not to mention spent a good portion of the afternoon with one of his favourite people that he already knew), had good food… but it had also been exhausting. Overall he was glad he went, though. It had been rewarding to see how far society had progressed with regards to sexuality since his own time.

Which was why he had also decided to watch the parade, finding a good vantage point not too far from the apartment building. And - it had started well enough. The puppies in particular had been rather enchanting. But as the parade went on, as person after person marched by, joyful and smiling and yes, openly proud of who they were, Watts felt a tear slip down his cheek. Then another, and another, until his vision blurred and he wasn't really seeing the parade anymore.

With a choked-off sob, he turned and fled, stumbling away from the parade route, down towards the beach.

[ooc: for onnnne. that they talked is fine for broadcast, but the details of said discussion are nfb, plz.]