Who: Jason White and Colin Ford. What: Emo drinking. When: Sunday evening. Where: Eddie's Pub, a few blocks from the Agency HQ. Warnings: Drunk emo wizard.
Everyone had said that it wasn't his fault. Sometimes, reincarnates just went south because of who they were carrying around in their heads. When you were up against someone like Voldemort, there was only so much you could do. Jason felt like he'd had the same conversation with everyone in the Caretaking department. He knew they meant well, that they didn't want him to go around blaming himself, but it didn't matter what they said. He would anyway. There must have been something that he could do. What was the point of being the reincarnate of some world-saving wizard if you just had to sit idly by and watch people destroy themselves? His transfer request was already in the system. He didn't know if he could be a Caretaker anymore, and he was almost afraid to try.
He'd gone out on his own to try to clear his head, and had ended up in the pub. Normally, he wasn't the sort to drink alone. He certainly didn't have a lack of options in drinking buddies. Thomas would probably come as soon as he called, but he didn't feel like putting up with his friends cheerful madness today. There were even a few other Agency workers sitting around having a pint before they wandered back to the office. He gave them a half-hearted wave and found a solitary place at the long bar. The bartender, a scowly bastard who never asked questions, passed him his drink without a word.
Jason was two deep when a growling voice interrupted his thoughts. Or added to them, he supposed. Gandalf didn't come out to offer advice very often. They'd settled in to an agreement a long time ago, as most people who worked at the Agency had. They were all well adjusted enough that their other halves didn't come bursting out all over the place. This was a special circumstance, though. I wouldn't call this productive, Jason. Terrible things happen everyday. You can't prevent them all. No one can. He told the wizard to kindly shut up, and like always, he complied. Sometimes, it was nice to have a voice in his head that understood boundaries.