Feb 04, 2008 17:42
Claude hadn't shaved in a week.
He should have known better. Should have realized that one night of good sex wasn't enough to change his whole world view. That there was no such thing as closure. That everyone screws you over in the end, no matter how many times they've done it before, how many amends you've made.
The people you love are nothing but distractions.
Bennet had been gone for almost a week. At first Claude had thought he'd freaked out over what had happened between them, gone to get some space, or... something. But then the days wore on, and the hut was empty except for that damn dog.
He'd had to be sure, of course. Armed himself and gone off into the jungle, searching. And now he'd returned, looking like hell and carrying Bennet's gun along with his own.
He stumbled towards the Compound, intent on getting some food. Maybe a shower, he didn't really care.
It served him right, really. For letting himself hope. Peter must have been rubbing off on him.
[OOC: Slowtime is very welcome on this, as I'd like to get tags from the people who know him and/or Bennet, especially Eden and Peter!]
peter petrelli,
claude,
eden mccain