Robert Callen (r_callen) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-07-12 11:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 07, character: robert callen, dead: mike renko |
RP: Robert, Mike
Who: Robert, Mike
Where: Mike's room
When: July 12, 2011
Summary: It's hot, humid, and Robert needs a place to hide
The past few days had been miserable. No amount of heat advisories prepared you for the sheer misery of 90% humidity with temperatures reaching close to 100. He missed the breeze summers at the base. Aviano was at the base of the Alps, and it never got this hot. Ever. The Alps protected you by the cold winds in the winter and the horrible heat in the summer. New York had none of that, which was why unless there was work, he was hiding inside. More precisely inside Mike's room.
It wasn't that he didn't like his brother. The man seemed reasonably normal, all things considered, but as much as Robert wanted to help him because they were family, they really didn't know each other well, and G's interests seemed pretty limited. Add to that the craziness going on in that house and he couldn't be blamed if he left when he had the opportunity. What didn't make sense was how he always found his way to Mike's room.
Things were casual between them. Neither one had any interest in relationship. The problem is that there weren't that many people to be casual with. Sure, you could fuck one of the soldiers, but if these people could be sent to kill you, you didn't want to give them an insight of your life. No matter what Kinney thought.
So here he was, lying down on Mike's bed once more. They even had clothes on. They were talking. "This is so fucked up," Robert finally said. "I remember a time, not to long ago when I had friends, led a platoon of three hundred people, went out, saw people, flew my plane. Now, I'm hiding from more talks of weddings here with you, not that you aren't wonderful company, but any more time together, and G will start thinking that we're married."