[wb] Who: Robert Baker + Harper Tate What: Bob wants to know what Harper knows about his brother. You'll be next in line. When: Noon of Sunday, 2013 December 15 Where: Recreational Center Rating: tbd. Status: tbd.
Bob stifled a yawn.
The rain had just about started to end when he stepped out of his flat that lunch hour of Sunday although it made things no less treacherous for a man who had barely gotten some sleep. Emily had asked for his company the last night because she finally had the grace to confess to him that she hadn't been able to sleep and the combination of cold weather and a foreign bed had kept him from having a good night. He would have wanted to sleep well into the morning before he met with Harper but he had to go back to his flat to take a shower and shave. And he wasn't feeling very sleepy that morning.
Come the lunch hour, though, Bob could feel his eyelids weighing down a bit. The coffee sitting in front of him in the table he'd reserved for his and Harper's little lunch was not doing him much good and he was worried that this would keep him from having a decent conversation with the other mutant. He couldn't have that. So he pushed his seat back and rose to his feet, then started pacing. He slipped his hands inside his jacket's pockets and played with the corner of the card he kept in his right one while he toured the table. It was the same card which he showed Asher the last time they met and somehow, he needed Harper's opinion about his brother's mobile number before he could move on with his life, and maybe focus on Emily's sleeping patterns next. He could only do so much at a time, after all.
The circumstances of that meeting was completely different from Asher's, though. Somehow, the man's reassurance about his brother had convinced him to drop his guard so he kept his negation in check so as not to discomfort Harper when he arrived. He didn't ponder taking a knife with him either, or ask Harper to keep the meeting a secret from anyone but Asher. There was just something about the woman kept him from making these decisions. Maybe it was her easy nature, or because they were friends, closer than he was with Asher. He couldn't disrespect her by treating her unkindly and so he didn't. Wouldn't.
When he tired of pacing, he sat himself down again and stifled another yawn, turning away from the entrance before Harper saw him. After that conversation, he decided it would be best to lock himself in his flat and strap himself to his bed until he had to accompany Emily again. But for now, Bob would fight to keep his wits sharp and drained the last of the cold coffee down his throat.