Atween Wind and Water - [Morning, Day 4, Risa]
By the time they made it back to the hostel room, Scotty was pretty much exhausted beyond any description.
He had fallen quiet in the cab, leaning his head over against the window and almost drifting off, while the unconscious older Scott was laying across his and Harold's laps, and as Harold was doing something or another with the PADD. Thankfully, the ride wasn't too desperately long and they skirted the edge of the city to miss most of the traffic.
Needless to say, when he had woken up on the pier that morning, he could not have remotely predicted this was how he'd end up spending his night. Not in a million years.
In under twenty-four hours, he had woken up and went to work, got chased by irate dockhands and ended up in a far too personal conversation with the other Scott over breakfast, had offered to go fishing -- which had gone wrong -- and had ended up half-drugged and messed up. It could be little wonder why Harold kissing him didn't particularly bother him; there was so much on his plate that he just didn't have it in him to do anything but take it for what it was. Which was a stoned snog in a lake.
The cab deposited them at the hostel, and they managed to wrangle the older Scotty out without bashing him against anything unforgiving. The younger Scotty told Harold the door code to get in, and they were able to get back to the tiny room.
The hostel keeper's daughter still had a wee thing for Scotty, and was very accommodating; she brought extra blankets and pillows, and even a large, self-cooling thermos of water with glasses to set on the shelf. Not one to leave anything in less than Bristol fashion, Scotty made sure everything was put up and away. He and Harold wrestled the older Scott out of most of his clothes and back into his dry civvies so he could sleep this mess off dry and in peace; Scotty covered him over in the small bed, leaving his arms free, and Harold crashed on the floor with the extra pillows and blankets.
After that, he just sort of plunked down to sit, dazed now to barely more than fragments of thoughts. He could feel a heavy blanket of almost peaceful blackness that he'd been fighting off for quite awhile now, weighing down on his overwhelmed mind and rather abused body. He couldn't even begin to figure out what the day had been. He knew he had to find work tomorrow; he was starving and hadn't had anything to eat since before dawn, and he was down to seven credits over all. He also just didn't have it left in him to go find anything this moment.
He fell asleep with his head and arms on the bed below the other Scott's feet, sitting up, down into some kind of blackness beyond any contact with the outside world.
It was the first time since he got here that he wasn't awake before the suns.
He had fallen quiet in the cab, leaning his head over against the window and almost drifting off, while the unconscious older Scott was laying across his and Harold's laps, and as Harold was doing something or another with the PADD. Thankfully, the ride wasn't too desperately long and they skirted the edge of the city to miss most of the traffic.
Needless to say, when he had woken up on the pier that morning, he could not have remotely predicted this was how he'd end up spending his night. Not in a million years.
In under twenty-four hours, he had woken up and went to work, got chased by irate dockhands and ended up in a far too personal conversation with the other Scott over breakfast, had offered to go fishing -- which had gone wrong -- and had ended up half-drugged and messed up. It could be little wonder why Harold kissing him didn't particularly bother him; there was so much on his plate that he just didn't have it in him to do anything but take it for what it was. Which was a stoned snog in a lake.
The cab deposited them at the hostel, and they managed to wrangle the older Scotty out without bashing him against anything unforgiving. The younger Scotty told Harold the door code to get in, and they were able to get back to the tiny room.
The hostel keeper's daughter still had a wee thing for Scotty, and was very accommodating; she brought extra blankets and pillows, and even a large, self-cooling thermos of water with glasses to set on the shelf. Not one to leave anything in less than Bristol fashion, Scotty made sure everything was put up and away. He and Harold wrestled the older Scott out of most of his clothes and back into his dry civvies so he could sleep this mess off dry and in peace; Scotty covered him over in the small bed, leaving his arms free, and Harold crashed on the floor with the extra pillows and blankets.
After that, he just sort of plunked down to sit, dazed now to barely more than fragments of thoughts. He could feel a heavy blanket of almost peaceful blackness that he'd been fighting off for quite awhile now, weighing down on his overwhelmed mind and rather abused body. He couldn't even begin to figure out what the day had been. He knew he had to find work tomorrow; he was starving and hadn't had anything to eat since before dawn, and he was down to seven credits over all. He also just didn't have it left in him to go find anything this moment.
He fell asleep with his head and arms on the bed below the other Scott's feet, sitting up, down into some kind of blackness beyond any contact with the outside world.
It was the first time since he got here that he wasn't awake before the suns.