Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-16 22:49:00 |
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Current mood: | uncomfortable |
Entry tags: | george, patrick |
Who: Patrick and George
What: Having a chat with big brother
When: Wednesday, Sept 15th
Where: George and David's apartment
David had gone out and in a way, Patrick was glad for the silence. He had been given a few days off of work so he could cope with being attacked with a knife two days ago. It was for the best, since no one at his work could have known he would also wake up in the bed of a stranger the previous morning and that would spin Patrick out of his mind much more than a knife wound ever could.
The moment David had left him, Patrick had slipped a drink from one of his hidden bottles and then he had curled up on the sofa to wait. George was coming over and Patrick was worried what George would say, despite speaking to George earlier and being reassured that none of his brothers thought he was a terrible person for any of this. Patrick chewed on the cuffs of his sleeves and he watched his front door while his dog, Downpatrick, stretched across it as if to guard the apartment from intruders.