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He leaves Neil sleeping. He hasn't slept much himself. He's tried, rolling over and then over again, slinging an arm around Neil's waist and then turning away, over and over seeing the blood shockingly red on Neil's skin, the thrill of it and then Hobbes hurling him away.
Sure, they should be able to live their lives regardless. It's true. They should.
But he gets up early and he leaves Florence and steps out onto the docks, pacing in the early-morning bustle, shooting glares in Persephone's direction and wondering if the asshole is even in there. Wondering if the best course of action might not just be to avoid him entirely until he's found a place elsewhere. Wondering if he should toss him out on his ass, history be damned.
But Neil wouldn't like it.
Finally he goes up to the hatch and keys in the code, stepping inside the second it hisses open and calling, "Hobbes? You in here?"
Because he at least has some manners.
Sure, they should be able to live their lives regardless. It's true. They should.
But he gets up early and he leaves Florence and steps out onto the docks, pacing in the early-morning bustle, shooting glares in Persephone's direction and wondering if the asshole is even in there. Wondering if the best course of action might not just be to avoid him entirely until he's found a place elsewhere. Wondering if he should toss him out on his ass, history be damned.
But Neil wouldn't like it.
Finally he goes up to the hatch and keys in the code, stepping inside the second it hisses open and calling, "Hobbes? You in here?"
Because he at least has some manners.