Abe was tired. It wasn't something that he allowed himself to show often, but he could feel the years starting to creep up on him little by little. By Moroi standards, he was still fairly young, and it wasn't necessarily his age that brought on the bouts of tiredness from time to time. No, it was more so keeping himself together and making sure everyone around him was taken care of as well. Between taking care of Ivan while his parents were away, keeping the bar managed while half of his staff was on assignment or stuck fighting for their lives in the arena, checking in with those still in Atlantis on assignment, and keeping tabs on a handful of other extra curricular activities, Abe was beginning to feel pulled in multiple directions. That didn't even count the moments he'd take to watch the games even when he knew watching was purely masochistic at this point. Most all of those taken returned to Atlantis, but it had been at great cost.
Someone else had taken Ivan around lunchtime, so he largely had the afternoon to himself. He probably should have gone to the bar to help out or to simply check in, but that was the last place he wanted to be at the moment. There were many times over the last couple of weeks that he thought about closing down until everyone was brought back safely - or as safely as death possibly could be - but he'd kept the place open regardless. At this point, there seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel, so he stayed open and figured those taken and those in the field might need the release during breaks.
So instead of holing up in his office, Abe sat in Atlantis Park on a bench and people-watched. He found himself thinking of home and what he might have been up to there rather than here. He missed his work at home. The unpredictability of it especially. Atlantis could be unpredictable, but his time at Dive was fairly consistent day in and day out. He thought about people he missed such as a couple of his more trusted guardians and how simple life sometimes felt. Abe's life was hardly simple, but it was what he'd chosen and enjoyed despite his reputation. He thought of one of his favorite acquaintances in Spain and how he would have been delighted to share an evening in her modest cottage with delicious smells drifting in from the kitchen. The memories of his past times there brought a small smile to his otherwise expressionless face.
There was a small group of birds, about four or five, a few feet away after he'd shared the last of some crackers he'd brought with him. They fought and fluttered amongst each other for the last few pieces. As he turned away to look out over the park, Abe let out a long sigh and continued letting his thoughts drift from home to Atlantis and back to home.