Settling in...sort of [Open to all]
Owen wandered aimlessly around the big house that was meant to be a temporary home for those without lodgings and then finally sat down on a random sofa in the living room. He idly wondered if someone should start a fire since it was getting a touch chilly, but didn't bother to get up again. Instead he just sat there staring at the grate, lost in his own thoughts.
He didn't have anywhere else to go. It wasn't as if he could just hop on a bus to Cardiff. He had no money, and most likely his bank accounts had been closed by Torchwood. His flat would have been cleared out of all of his things. Everything he owned would have been bagged, tagged and put into permanent storage. All he had left now were the clothes on his back.
He was literally persona non grata.
He knew he probably should contact Ianto again and see if something could be arranged, but some part of him balked at the idea. He'd chosen to take off, to abandon his former life. Maybe he didn't deserve to be let back into it. Especially since he'd only leave again as soon as the opportunity arose to get back to where he was supposed to be.
And so Owen sat staring at the fireplace. He hadn't yet figured out where the hell he was going to sleep. That would require actually talking to people and having to ask for help.
Annoying shit like that.
He didn't have anywhere else to go. It wasn't as if he could just hop on a bus to Cardiff. He had no money, and most likely his bank accounts had been closed by Torchwood. His flat would have been cleared out of all of his things. Everything he owned would have been bagged, tagged and put into permanent storage. All he had left now were the clothes on his back.
He was literally persona non grata.
He knew he probably should contact Ianto again and see if something could be arranged, but some part of him balked at the idea. He'd chosen to take off, to abandon his former life. Maybe he didn't deserve to be let back into it. Especially since he'd only leave again as soon as the opportunity arose to get back to where he was supposed to be.
And so Owen sat staring at the fireplace. He hadn't yet figured out where the hell he was going to sleep. That would require actually talking to people and having to ask for help.
Annoying shit like that.