Who: Halex! What: Hal is finding routines again Where: Hal's Room When: Morning of the 8th Rating: Scottish :p Status: In Progress.
It was funny being back here. It felt like such a long time ago now. 50 years and some months, lost months. Hal still hadn't quite grasped that he was free, that he was free of hell and free of the other him. The cruel monster that had once again destroyed everything that he had begun to build here. And what he had done to Alex was no less than heartless. It was funny how hell had effected most so dreadfully. Hal though, he found he was rather glad for it. Twisted perhaps, but Lord Harry had spent most of the time suffering as his time passed and when it had become Hal's turn it was atonement. He had deserved it and more besides, because he had been weak. He'd lied. He'd gotten lost in his own addiction again and it had been Alex that had suffered for it.
He didn't know if she'd come to see him. He'd understand it if she didn't. If she never wanted to see him again. It would be better for her too of course. He'd already destroyed her life, it was not fair that he destroy her death too.
He sat there, as he had been for the last 3 hours, Leo's domino in hand, pacing.
He'd exercised. A lot. Tiedied the house three times over, and was currently scrubbing at a small stain he'd noticed with a cloth dipped in polish.
Routines. That was what he'd needed. Ironicly he wondered had the fact that the cage had kept routines fairly standard, nine seperate horrors, nine of them, in an order he could find, hold to, he wondered if it had in some small way helped him. He probably should have been reacting worse from the horrors but he really had deserved them. Penance had its place, even for the dammed.
There. The stain removed. Hal considered what next to do.
Press ups. It wasn't on the schedule mostly because he didn't have one yet. But there was no sense in trying to relax. The devil did in fact make work for idle hands