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Pierce Gregory is Odin, CEO of the World (the_allfather) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2010-09-19 11:15:00

Who: Simon and his very frustrated uncle Pierce.
What: Drunk!Simon needs a place to sleep.
Where: The Tower.
When: IDK. After this.
Warnings: Whiny and crying Simon, most likely.



Frustrated beyond all belief, Pierce closed the laptop and reached for the glass of wine he had on the end table by the couch. He was up late catching up on work, of course, but sidetracked with thinking about Olivia. That was probably why he had even responded to Simon's drunken pleadings in the first place - because that dream he had with Olivia in it was the only thing keeping him going, still giving him some shred of hope that she would be alright. He had promised her though, promised to try to help Casper despite the deplorable things he had done and was subsequently punished for. If you did something wrong and were punished, you had the opportunity to learn from the experience and mend your ways, but no one could go around doing whatever they wanted and not expect consequences. And he believed in reform, certainly, but the person had to want help and had to want to mend their ways. Otherwise they'd just turn around and do the exact same thing again, expecting compassion and kindness for horrible behavior.

Tiredly, he pressed the heel of his hands to both eyes, trying to remember when his last decent night of sleep had actually been. That was when he heard something outside - the telltale sign of a thump, like someone had hit the ground right by his door.

Fuck.

It couldn't actually be him, could it? But when Pierce opened the door and saw Simon's sprawled form on the carpet in the hallway, he sighed heavily. The kid must have been on his way up when he proclaimed he was going to sleep in the street instead. Oh well, at least he made it here.

Ah, the joys of fatherhood. Or in this case, unclehood. There wasn't much difference right now. Grumbling inwardly, Pierce bent down and helped Simon up - while it was tempting to just drag him in by his ankles, that might end in a nasty case of rug burn - and held him steady so he could get him inside the apartment.