Lately it seemed to be that way. One thing after the next with not near enough time between to truly try to grasp what was already in front of them. Bastian still didn’t know how to feel about the arrival of his sister. It was still so…strange. To see her face again, to look at her and know that she had no idea who he even was. How do react to that? What do you even say? Bastian didn’t know anymore, but he knew that he had to let them know. To give them the chance to have this family member back too. He just worried about the old man. No…he worried for all of them really. It was a lot to try to absorb.
He’d kept quiet about it so far, but lately that seemed Bastian’s method of dealing. Keeping to himself a bit, not really talking about any of it. Most of the past he didn’t want to get into. He rather just…leave it to the past. Which wasn’t so easy to do when he had that past nagging at the back of his mind constantly. It was a reminder of just…how things weren’t alright. How bad they truly could become again…
Having his family made dealing with all of it easier. And at the same time harder still.
For Bastian the belief that it could always be worse was true…but he knew what that worse could be and had it looming over him always. It was difficult for that sentiment to really bring him any comfort. But he wouldn’t take it from the others. Everyone had their method of dealing and right now…everyone sort of had to let the others have it. Though often Bastian was found wanting to be around them even if they wanted some distance. He needed that visual reminder that they were there.
At the bar it was easier to pretend like nothing had changed. Though the bar had gone through some rough times the look was still pretty much the same. A little more worn around the edges maybe but overall little had changed. With the music in the bar it felt even more like that old bar Bastian remembered from his youth. People were smiling…happy…all having a good time. It was a bittersweet night for Bastian. He tried to not let it show. If the old man had noticed anything he left it be, which Bastian was thankful for. He needed to just enjoy the night, the old man had earned it.
“I was surprised you managed to get him out of here at all. He ignored me when I told him he should get some rest.” Bastian remarked with a slight shake of his head and a light laugh. Maggie could always be rather stubborn when she wanted to be and the old man knew better then to put up a fight against her for long. Bastian opened his mouth to comment about it being what his Dad needed but as she continued he let his mouth fall shut. He wasn’t sure how to answer that.
Bastian sighed, taking a seat and fishing out his pack of smokes to put one to his lips and light it. “Yeah, it was.” He finally admitted “Haven’t touched a guitar since before all this happened.” He wasn’t even sure the bitch knew he had any talent in it. He’d never mentioned it, not wanting it to be something else she took from him. Though in a way she had, now hadn’t she? “Not even sure I’d know how to play anymore.” Or that it would feel…off if he tried. “Least Sophie got some use from my old guitars.” he added, managing a slight smile at the thought.