Who: Horatio and Open What: Taking a stroll Where: Halls When: Morning Warnings: None
He was in the habit, these days, of taking a long walk upon awakening, to give him time to contemplate anything he felt he needed to. He was a solitary man, and as much as he loved sharing his quarters with William and Archie, at times he needed time away from them. He absolutely required quiet contemplation in his day. He managed on ship by giving orders that the men weren't to speak to him while he was pacing the deck.
Here, though... well, he couldn't really order his lovers, could he? Even if he did, technically, outrank them. It just wasn't seemly. Besides, it wasn't their fault he was a strange, unsociable soul. He didn't want to worry them.
And so he strolled, hands locked behind his back, mind miles away. His uniform was starting to become a bit worn, but he didn't have a notion how he'd get a new one. And dressing out of uniform didn't appeal to him. If he wasn't a naval officer, what was he? What purpose did he have?