Who: Sean Nast and Anna Latham What: Anna's checking up on him When: Tuesday morning Where: Sean/Dorian/Jaime's room Warnings: TBA but various traumatic things Status: Closed/On-going
It was barely after breakfast, but two things were already evident: Dorian and Jaime were out for the day, and Sean was already half drunk. It was how he'd been operating ever since his arrival, though, so it was actually more surprising whenever he was anything more approaching sober. Without explaining what'd happened that evening, once he'd finally gotten back to the room he'd just crawled into Dorian's bed and clung to him. Because Dorian made him feel safe. Even without explaining why he was so upset and unhappy, Dorian made him feel safe.
But right now, Sean was pleasantly buzzed and alone with his thoughts. The latter part wasn't so enjoyable, but he'd deal with that. He'd just wander back out of the room, go do a little more drinking. He contemplated picking someone up, but that hadn't worked so well for him the last time he'd done it and honestly, all he wanted was Dorian. Someone he was too broken to honestly deserve.
Thankfully for everyone ever, even people they didn't know, the knock at the door came before Sean could get too angsty -- because nobody likes an angsty drunken sorcerer -- and so he went to answer it. "Uh... hi," he said, blinking at the woman. "Can I help you?"