Characters: Robin and new!Marian When: Late night/early morning Location: Touring car Status: Open, ongoing Summary: Robin's putting the fact that he has to hold on to the chair to stay there down to being drunk. Because being drunk is better than Marian being gone. Again.
Last time it had just been to numb the pain. To focus on anything but her absence, because living without her was too unbearable a thought. And then he'd gotten her back. And despite her being from a different time, his joy at having her there again had outweighed any of the problems that arose from what she didn't recall.
And then the train had been predictable in its cruelty and taken her away from him again, and Robin was once again left with nothing but grief and an endless amount of time to fill. This time around, he didn't care what happened to him, and with the current state of his thoughts, he tended toward believing blissful nothingness would be a better option than this. So he just kept drinking.
Jaz had come and found him that first day, before he'd done anything foolish. And looking back on that he'd probably be grateful further down the line, but for the moment, he didn't want to be here. Which is what had prompted him to try and stay behind in Shanghai. Which had worked about as well as anything else did where the train was involved, in the end.
When he'd started feeling like he was floating up toward the ceiling, he'd decided he must have been doing pretty well in his goal. Sober people didn't need to keep hold of the chair they were sitting in to remain in it.