Robin Hood is the Prince of Thieves (robinofthehood) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-02-04 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, robin hood |
Who: Robin and Cas
When: Night
Where: Some random pub Cas plays pool in
What: Uhm. Not entirely sure
He didn't mind his friend sleeping on the couch. Not really. And despite his conversation with Marian he was in no real hurry to tell him to find his own space. But on the nights when he couldn't sleep no matter what he tried, frequent as they were, he wouldn't have minded having that couch back. He loved his friend, but he was more inquisitive sometimes than Robin could stand. And given Much's own apparent inability to sleep the last few nights he'd opted to avoid any conversation or questions by going out for a walk instead. Eventually that had led him to the little pub he'd found on a corner as he'd made his way down another street. It was relatively quiet this late at night, and Robin appreciated the quiet. It almost reminded him of the Trip, with its dark corners, regulars hunched over their glasses avoiding eye contact with anyone else.
He ordered an ale, and took refuge in one of the corner booths, away from the light cast through the door from the street. His conversation with Marian weighed heavily on his thoughts. He'd tried to tell her, tried to explain. But she hadn't followed his meaning. So eventually he'd just given up and apologised, letting it go She couldn't understand and he didn't want to upset her any more than he already had. He loved her too much for that. So much that the last thing he ever wanted to do was burden her with anything. With the things that he was unable to let go. Both from the past, and more recently. How could he even begin to explain something like that? That the things he had once only seen in his nightmares had strayed to his waking hours. That everything that had happened recently had only made it worse. He knew from that show he'd admitted it to Much and the others. But Much, coming here, had obviously not lived through that. He'd not have been able to keep quiet if he had.
So instead of laying awake beside her, knowing she would eventually be woken too, and worrying over what to say when and if she eventually asked, he came here to try and sort through his thoughts and find some semblance of peace.