Day Twenty - Still Sulking

[and_snow_fell]

Who: Tris, Landon
Where: Quidditch pitch
When: call it late afternoon
Rating: PG

Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Lan attempts to talk some sense into Tristan, and lets him vent a bit before convincing him to go find Remus.

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[lilorphanlandon]

Landon walked down to the Quidditch pitch, partially to see if there was anyone there who was relieving tension with a pick up game, and partially because he thought that Tristan might be there hanging around. And he'd heard a rumour that Tris could probably use a friend about now.

When he spotted Tristan sitting in the bleachers, he smiled faintly before starting to climb up toward him.

"Those work better when you sit on them," he remarked lightly, pointing to the broomstick before sitting down in the bleachers next to Tristan. He thought about asking if he wanted to talk about it, but reasoned Tris knew that he was there to listen if the wolf needed him, and he didn't have to ask.

[and_snow_fell]

"I heard that story too. But I couldn't find anyone to verify the validity of that statement," he continued, a faint grin on his lips before he opened his eyes to squint toward Landon.

He was both relieved and disappointed that it wasn't Remus. He wasn't sure he was ready to talk to Reme yet, but ... he missed him. "So, I take it you heard about me being an idiot?" he said as he rested his head back against the bench, moving one arm to cover his eyes, shielding them against the sun.

[lilorphanlandon]

"They did studies," Lan said with a solemn nod, stretching back a bit and tilting his head to regard his friend. "I could get you the results. They're back in my room."

He smiled a bit. "Was it supposed to be a secret? I may have been the one who started the rum... oh wait," he said, adjusting his features to seem like he was just catching on to what Tristan was getting at. "You mean most recently."

He sobered then. "I may have heard a few things flying around. What happened?"

[and_snow_fell]

Tristan shrugged. "I don't know. I met his kid and heard about his wife and just ... kind of lost it, I guess." He exhaled. "Then I met his wife, and ..." he shrugged again. "I don't know. It just seems ... what's the point in getting involved? It's one thing if they can go back with you, like Jaime and Mal, or ... whoever else, but it isn't like I can leave the future to go hang around in the past - and he can't leave his past to come to our future. It just seems ... why should I risk getting attached to him or falling in love with him if ... if it's just going to be ... you know?"

He wondered if that made sense to Lan; it barely made sense to him.