Who: Meredith Barnes and Frankie Torres What: Comforting Where: Bathos When: after this conversation (starts pre-Revears) Warnings: Swearing, angst
Sitting on what was left of his couch, Mere stared blankly at the ceiling trying to will the pounding in his head to go away. It really wasn't hard for Mere to get into bars. He tended to intimidate the bartenders, and lately at least he gave off the impression of a very tired man in desperate need of a stiff drink. Either way they hadn't been checking his ID, which he appreciated enough not to break too many pieces of furniture (or patrons.)
So now here he was sitting in his broken apartment waiting for his boss to most likely show up at his door, and he couldn't bring himself to care enough to even try cleaning up. He distantly wondered if it was the hangover or the rest of his fucking mess of a life that was making him so damn apathetic. He found he did really care.