Who: Sindre and Toris When: Tuesday, late evening Where: Nearby bar (aka: Mae is too busy to look up specifics) What: Sindre catches Toris at his worst.
Getting rid of his tears quickly and nodding his thanks to Sindre when he was given the napkins as make-shift tissue, and finally managing to stop crying (again) he took a shaky breath and paused when the other started talking. Toris felt his mind clearing up some (though not enough to see very well....or was that the tears?) and his eyes stung irritatingly, but he did his best to listen.
He knew was Sindre was saying was true and that was probably the only way to go about things, just come out and say he was sorry. Toris, however, had a distressingly low lack of faith in people, forgiveness and his overall ability to make things right, so while the advice was good, his take to it was less so.
Biting his lip, Toris nodded in a short, jerky motion before pulling out his wallet and getting out the money to pay for his night there. "I will....try to fix things with him." He told Sindre, his voice hesitant and a little shaky from the recent emotional breakdown, but working to be stronger and full of more resolve.
After he'd payed he looked to the other a little sheepishly, "You...think I could have a ride home?" he asked, well aware he wasn't in any state to be driving.
Tossing down a couple of bills as well, Sindre stood with Toris. "'Course," Sindre replied. "I was planning on it, after I saw how you were. Besides, we're headed to the same place."
The drive passed in near-silence, any attempts at conversation dying quickly, Sindre tired, Toris too drunk and emotionally worn. Upon their arrival, Sindre insisted on helping Toris to his apartment, wanting to ensure the other man arrived intact.
Waiting as Toris fumbled for his keys, Sindre spoke. "I hope everything works out with your cousin. Don't give up on him." He hesitated a moment, then added, "And you know where my apartment is, if you need a beer or two."
He knew was Sindre was saying was true and that was probably the only way to go about things, just come out and say he was sorry. Toris, however, had a distressingly low lack of faith in people, forgiveness and his overall ability to make things right, so while the advice was good, his take to it was less so.
Biting his lip, Toris nodded in a short, jerky motion before pulling out his wallet and getting out the money to pay for his night there. "I will....try to fix things with him." He told Sindre, his voice hesitant and a little shaky from the recent emotional breakdown, but working to be stronger and full of more resolve.
After he'd payed he looked to the other a little sheepishly, "You...think I could have a ride home?" he asked, well aware he wasn't in any state to be driving.
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The drive passed in near-silence, any attempts at conversation dying quickly, Sindre tired, Toris too drunk and emotionally worn. Upon their arrival, Sindre insisted on helping Toris to his apartment, wanting to ensure the other man arrived intact.
Waiting as Toris fumbled for his keys, Sindre spoke. "I hope everything works out with your cousin. Don't give up on him." He hesitated a moment, then added, "And you know where my apartment is, if you need a beer or two."
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