Vincent Ryan (seetheuniverse) wrote in return_paradise, @ 2012-05-18 22:22:00 |
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It was safe to say Vincent wasn't taking the news of his friend's death easy and it didn't really help that it was the second member of Torchwood in the past few weeks to turn up dead. The only perk this time had been that he didn't have to see the mess of a body. Not that he wanted to think about having to see his friend's body in a tangled mess like Hayden's was, but he was glad he didn't have to.
Vincent was currently laying on the couch in the living room, eyes bloodshot red from crying and a frown stuck on his face. Jason had been one of the only things keeping him tethered to the memory of home really. Being able to go remind him daily about counting his fingers and toes kept him thinking - on occasion - that he might still be back in their own time, their own Torchwood working. He shifted, staring at his device. Vincent was waiting for Zadkiel, trying to keep himself semi-composed even though he probably looked bad. So far, so good he supposed.