A chat. Just a chat.
Characters: Bill, Eric When: Monday morning, hours before dawn Location: Indoor Observation Car Warnings/Rating: None anticipated Summary: Bill invites Eric to talk. Status: Closed, Ongoing
Bill paced the observation car, wondering if Eric was going to show. His chat with Sookie had left his mind reeling, about what would happen to them when - and not if - they returned to their own place in time.
He still hoped that he could be of assistance to the pair. Failing that at least, he hoped he could form a kind of truce with this Eric. As clear as it was that he did not have the kind of working relationship he'd had with Eric back home, nor did it seem likely that he would soon gain it. It was a feeling he did not care for, especially since he felt as if he should at least try and mend fences...if only for Sookie's sake.
He looked down at the pair of glasses of blood and picked it up one of the two and walked over to the window and willed himself to stay still. Calm. Confident. That was the image he felt like he needed to project.
He swirled the blood in his glass and continued the wait.