|Rob Duncan (longrob) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2015-02-26 00:14:00
|Entry tags:||~rob duncan, ~steve rogers (old)|
Who? Rob & Old Steve
Where? The farm
What? Maintenance, talking, etc.
When? Early morning.
The only way that Rob knew how to deal with grief, was through working. He'd been warned about the horrible nature of the island, but he hadn't really been prepared for losing everything. His dear friend Scotty, who had rescued him from certain death, and his wonderful fiance- God, he could hardly think on it. He rather wished that there was more to do on the land at this time of year, but he would do anything he could.
He was up before dawn- frankly, he hadn't really slept- and pulled on some working clothes, and headed over to the farm to see if he could lend a hand, if anyone was around, singing as he walked along the edge of the field and hopped over a fence.