InsaneJournal

Who: Robin and Marian
When: After this
Where: Their room
What: Just being together

Robin couldn't begin to know what to think of what had just happened with Heather. She had seemed so unable to understand, or more accurately perhaps, so unwilling. She knew him well enough that it would not be something so callous as a disregard for others well being that would have kept him from the ship. But it seemed she didn't think he was allowed to have been affected at all. And then when she made the comparison between what she had experienced, and what had just happened to him, she had made her list as if he had no reason to feel remotely unsettled.

He'd thought he wanted to be alone, but since the lengthy argument with Heather, he found he longed for the company of his wife. She may hold him accountable for his actions, and often. But she understood him, and understood when he did not need to have placed on his shoulders what Heather had put there. So much had the things she'd said to him added to his guilt that he had ended up going back anyway. Getting both Damien and Abby off the ship.

His thoughts were a jumbled mess. Heather had lost her patience with him so quickly when he'd said it had all been his fault. But he could not pretend it did not feel as though it was. Murdoch had said it. Repeatedly, the whole time. And Cas had said it too. Whether he'd meant it or not, it was hard to forget that. The fact that he'd spent all of two days cuffed to a chair had not done a lot for his current mental state either. It brought with it too many unpleasant memories and fears, and regardless of what Heather thought, he could not so easily shake that off.

Marian must have taken Katie for a walk, when he got back. She often did that in the afternoons. But like he'd told her, he was tired. Heedless of the time of day, he changed in to the pants he usually slept in, and climbed under the covers, laying on his side, facing the window. His phone remained on the bedside table.