[He'd been gone since the early morning, leaving Sam with a kiss and a brief explanation that he was going to 'go work.' Old habits that refused to die. It was well after what he suspected to be eleven by the time he came back to their room. And he was not in a good mood.
Anyone who didn't know him could probably tell he was irritable and stressed and exhausted. Anyone who did know him would also probably be able to tell it was all coming together into a bone-weariness similar to how he'd felt right before the war had finally broken out, just after Coin had been 'removed.' It was a weariness that went hand-in-hand with a sort of desperate hopelessness that only cropped up for him when it felt like he'd run out of options.
As he came back into their room, whether Sam was in it or not, he leaned against the nearest wall and dug his fingers and thumbs against his closed eyes and to his throbbing temples with a sigh. Eighteen hours of 'work' that was more like banging his head against a wall and all he had to show for it was the resulting headache.]
Slightly backdated to the Drift Week, before hitting Yadrolla
Anyone who didn't know him could probably tell he was irritable and stressed and exhausted. Anyone who did know him would also probably be able to tell it was all coming together into a bone-weariness similar to how he'd felt right before the war had finally broken out, just after Coin had been 'removed.' It was a weariness that went hand-in-hand with a sort of desperate hopelessness that only cropped up for him when it felt like he'd run out of options.
As he came back into their room, whether Sam was in it or not, he leaned against the nearest wall and dug his fingers and thumbs against his closed eyes and to his throbbing temples with a sigh. Eighteen hours of 'work' that was more like banging his head against a wall and all he had to show for it was the resulting headache.]