Jack Harkness (ex_captainha594) wrote in whoville, @ 2007-12-18 23:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | 981, captainharkness |
Lane
He got the Professor settled in his room, then started pacing slowly through the halls. He was tired, working his way back toward exhausted, but it wasn't because he needed to sleep. It was because he'd been collecting and organizing and explaining for days now. There was enough work there for two of him, and one of them wasn't pulling their weight.
He didn't really mind. He accepted the responsibility for the people that were his, even the ones he didn't remember and hadn't met, and the ones he did know, but didn't know him, and the ones he just plain didn't like much. They were all his, and making sure they knew where they were, how to feed themselves and somewhere to sleep was the least he could do.
His nerves were fraying, though, and settling down for the night wasn't an option. He didn't need sleep, anyway. So, he wandered the halls of the hotel, then he wandered the streets of the town. It was quiet, the starlight milky and diffuse, but more than enough to see by, even without the street-lamps. With them the light was eerie and white, and he had no problem at all spotting a figure at the end of the street.
"Hey," he called, as he approached. His hands in his pockets, stance and voice casual, but his eyes were locked on the other hand, and he was definitely wired enough to be just a little careful. Even if he hadn't met anyone here who warranted much caution.