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manusgemini

Don't wait up, she said...

Nov 16, 2009 23:25

He hadn't immediately assumed the worst when he'd come home to an empty bed. That had taken another hour, and the discovery of an equally empty Persephone. For the next hour or so after that he'd paced, trying to decide between waiting and going out to look, trying to tell himself that the obvious thing must be the truth; Neil had taken pity on ( Read more... )

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blackhole_heart November 17 2009, 04:30:58 UTC

Christ, it's a fuckin' walk of shame if I ever had one. And there wasn't even the fun one-night stand to try and remember through the drunken haze of the night before. No, I'm bruised and tired and grumpy, and Tom's not much better, and we look like a couple of zombies on the shuffling walk and train-ride back to the docks.

I let Tom onto Persephone first, telling him again to quit fuckin' worrying, then I trudge the rest of the way to Florence, unlocking the hatch and breathing out a relieved sigh as I step up inside.

Scrubbing a hand tiredly over my face, I lean in the doorway of the bedroom, and when I crack open my eye to look at him, that's when the relief ends.

"Guess I should've called, huh?"

manusgemini November 17 2009, 11:50:06 UTC

He grunts, tips back the bottle again. Neil here now is like the collapse of a series of wave functions and he's not sure what he's left with. Annoyance, yeah. Outright anger, possibly.

"Woulda been nice, yeah." He looks up at Neil, eyes narrowed and slightly bleary. "Where the fuck were you?"

blackhole_heart November 17 2009, 15:08:49 UTC

"Had to crash at Wendy's. I didn't know when you'd be back, man. I didn't think you'd worry," I admit, and it's the truth. Really fuckin' stupid of me, I'm starting to realize, but I never claimed to be a fuckin' genius when it comes to this kinda shit.

"Christ, you're drunk. Put the bottle away, would you?"

manusgemini November 17 2009, 22:47:32 UTC

"I'm not drunk," he growls, and he isn't, not really, but he's had enough to make everything seem that much worse. He sets the bottle down on the floor and tells himself that he didn't want any more of that shit anyway.

"So did you both crash at Wendy's, or what?"

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