WHO: Padraig, Patrick, Mairead [NPC], open to Clio AND/OR George (both is cool, one is cool too! Hell, it can be open to Kellan too!) WHAT: Hi, so I had a bad week and I escaped to the US. Take care of me. WHEN: The 9th, since I just said he came out of his stupor on the 8th hurrr WHERE: Patrick, Clio and George's house.
It hadn't been something Padraig had planned to do. Not at all. More like he had put a few clothes into a bag, driven to the airport, and decided to fly to New York the moment he got there. Euterpe had confessed her feelings for him, and Padraig had confessed in kind and it had all ended so very messily. Padraig had made vows and no matter how much he wanted to break them for her, he couldn't.
All he knew was that he had to get out of Dublin, and he didn't want to go to London. Usually George was the person he went to for things like this, but Padraig didn't want to see him right now. Not when George was fucking Lust on occasion like it meant nothing. He didn't fault his brother for it, he just couldn't be around it right now. Especially not when George's advice tended to be 'so break your vows then'. Like nothing he had promised God mattered at all.
He could have fled to his cabin as well, but Padraig didn't want to be alone. That was how he ended up on Patrick's doorstep, knocking a bit frantically on the door. He just hoped someone was home.