RP: Fabian & Tom
Who: Fabian & Tom When: Day 41, afternoon (May 2nd) Where: Somewhere in the Palace What: Fabian needs to stay occupied
Fabian had been out on patrol today and escaping - albeit with permission - from the palace compound was something he'd sorely needed. He missed being useful, being outside, being away from almost everyone. Especially considering people thought he had survivor's guilt or PTSD or any other number of acronyms that had been spouted at him over the past few weeks. Knowing exactly what it was didn't make the feelings go away and it didn't make the nightmares abate. At least once a night he usually woke up covered in sweat and shivering as he tried to ground himself and remind himself of where he was. He didn't know what was worse, being here and awake or being with his friends and family and life in the past and unable to do anything more than dream about them.
After training, he'd decided to go and help Tom and Lisa. He was a decent enough cook but he knew nothing about animals and he was better off working on more practical things. Practical meant useful and... Fabian needed things to feel useful. Unless he felt like he achieved a certain amount of things daily, he usually struggled to justify his reason for being there in his own head. And Gideon would bloody smack him around the head if he knew Fabian even thought that way.
"Want any help?" he asked as he came across Tom, entering the room and looking around it. The architecture was stunning and Fabian could half imagine how it had looked back in its heyday. "I'm at a loose end and I need something to do."