Bastian and Morgan Bletchley
With only mediocre quality and quantity of sleep after his release from the Ministry Rehabilitation, Bastian's nerves were on edge. Being at Pansy's had been a comfort, even with all the girls present and underfoot and waking him up with a welcome too, too early in the morning. But this crowd was overwhelming and it jumbled his confused thoughts even more.
He was there for Pansy, and Morgan and Simone, who fit so nicely in with her new best mates. His daughter had her face painted and had too many treats and every so often, she ran across the pitch to confer with him on some decision or another. It actually hurt, in the center of his chest, to be reunited with her and, thankfully, see that she'd fared so well while he was away. Pansy had taken exceptional care of his daughter. And while he was grateful, it didn't make the current situation any easier.
How close had he come to pushing her well beyond what she was ready for? While she was still in mourning? Something he promised he wouldn't do. While Pansy's home was a comfort to him, he knew he couldn't stay. Not while things were so tense between them. Spotting Morgan Bletchley across the pitch, Bas worried an idea into his mind. He needed to give her space. Maybe an old friend could help him do that.
Bas' smile was thin, strained as he moved around the crowd. "Morgan," he nodded, extending his hand. "I appreciate," this was really not his forte. "I appreciate your help and reassurance last week. It was.. too simple to lose track of time."