Eoin Costigan (politicalhumour) wrote in dalton_rpg, @ 2012-02-15 15:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, @ character: eoin costigan, @ character: rose morgan |
Who: Rose and Eoin
What: Eoin's not-particularly-triumphant return
Where: The hospital
When: February 15th, late afternoon
Rating: SFW, probably.
He'd come straight from the airport, stopping only to drop off his luggage. It might have been better to go to Dalton first, but he'd been up for nearly twenty-four hours, changed planes three times, and hardly eaten all day - he didn't feel capable of dealing with more than one person at a time right now. With the last of his savings, he'd booked a hotel room for the night; Dalton could wait until morning.
Rose, though... Rose was a different story. He wanted to make sure she was okay. She wasn't the only reason he'd come back - there were a whole plethora of reasons for that - but she was the most immediate one, and the reason which had made the decision for him.
Somehow, knowing her, he didn't think she'd be that impressed by being a reason. But she'd just have to suck it up and live with it.
The Eoin walking down the crisp hospital corridors looked very different to the Eoin who'd left before Christmas. Most of that was tiredness, of course; he looked worn, beaten-down, his face pale and drawn and his eyes heavily shadowed. He'd lost weight, most of it muscle; he'd really enjoyed being home, but he hadn't had time to exercise much.
Most of all, though, he wasn't smiling. Even nowadays, that was rare.
When he came to her room, he dropped the facade back into place, smiling sidelong as he closed the door behind him. "Jesus Christ, I leave the place for five minutes, and look what happens."
"He-du-uh-," Rose spluttered, hearing the familiar tones of Ohio's favourite Irish. "Eoin!"
The magnitude of this took a moment to sink in. When it did, her face flattened into a straight, unreadable scowl. "Dude. No. Fucking no. You did not come back because of me."
"You may have been something of a factor." He grinned at her, crossing the room to take a seat next to the bed. "Don't worry, it's not just because of you. I got sick of the screaming baby. Seriously, she sounds like a fucking police siren. All day and all night. Even the drama demons of Dalton are easier to sleep through."
"Fuckhead." Rose reached over to smack him around the head lightly. "You absolute fucking moron, don't you have dreams to achieve?"
"What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?" It was half-joking, but only half. Sighing, Eoin ran his fingers back through his hair. "I can go back to Ireland to take my exams. Do the work over here. The only thing I can't pick up later is the job, and the job isn't exactly a dream come true. It's basically shelf-stacking. I mean, I'm a huge boon to the shelf-stacking industry, of course, but..."