Who: Sirius and Bo What: Sirius being terrible at making children sleep. Where: Best Western When: Late night Warnings: Probably nothing Status: Closed, Ongoing
Sirius thought that he deserved an award. An 'I don't know what the fuck I'm doing but I'm going to do it anyway' award, because it seemed that since he got here he was becoming a pro at winging it. He was winging it when he first arrived, he was winging it with Hayden, and with his friendships, with the Ogre, with Alex's death, and now he was winging it when it came to the poor, precious little girl who had showed up a few days prior. His experience with children stopped firmly at babies who were barely a year old, and now there was a little girl (what was she, seven? Fuck if he knew how to age children, they should come with tags or something) upstairs waiting for him to bring her a glass of water.
He turned on the filtered tap, letting the glass slowly fill as his mental bickering continued. He shouldn't have brought her back here, he knew that now. It was an irrational decision made on a whim, but what else was he supposed to do? Leave her out there to get attacked? Worse? He could have always dropped her off at someone else's hotel but honestly, how could you trust anyone around here anymore? Especially with a child. At least now he knew she would be safe, although in the process he had practically made her his own responsibility. He couldn't ask Derek to watch over her, not while he had Mika on his hands, and Emily was a definite help but she could only do so much. Sirius could barely take care of himself here, he was depressed in the loss of his friends and emotionally unstable, which was only agitated even more from the disappearance and reappearance of Alex, something that he still didn't fully understand. He was a wreck and yet here he was in the middle of the kitchen, shutting off the water and walking back upstairs with glass in hand. No, he wasn't the right person to take care of her. No, he wasn't stable enough but no, he couldn't just let her go fend for herself on the streets. He wasn't an ideal choice, but he was still a choice better than death, one that Bo would have to deal with for now until he found a more suitable home for her. She needed experienced care takers, people who knew what little girls wanted and needed to feel safe and welcomed. The best Sirius was able to do was a few fancy soaps for the bath and a glass of water, in which he had forgotten to put ice. Fantastic.
"Bo, it's me." He knocked on her door a few times, considering for a moment to take the key out himself and just walk in but deciding against it. The last thing he needed was to make her feel uncomfortable in her own room, they all barely had anything to themselves as it was. "Come on Kitten, open the door, I have your water and if you don't hurry I might just end up drinking it all myself."