The Hardest Part [OTA - Tag Stoshi, friends - Friday 9pm ish]
It was crazy, was what it was. It was crazy and stupid and Babe didn't even know what else. 28 hours. He'd counted each and every one of them. 28 hours since he'd been talking to Gene and the other man had just vanished. Poof. Into thin air. One second there, the next it was like he'd never existed.
Babe'd run back to their rooms, not wanting to see what was there. Not wanting to that all of Gene's stuff would be gone. He'd wanted to think that he'd imagined it all. That there'd been no scene on the street, no moment of having Gene there and then not.
But it had been gone.
It had been gone, and now Babe dealt with it the only way he knew how. He was drinking. Not in a bar even, but walking through the streets with a bottle of whiskey in a paper bag. He wasn't drunk. He was pacing himself, making sure that he managed to walk that fine line of still sober enough. Just. Barely.
He couldn't say the words. Gene's gone. Because why would it bother him so much? How could he explain it to the Captain, and Speirs and any of the guys. He couldn't explain it. He couldn't tell them about what they'd said. About how Babe had called Gene his home, his safe place. Not about the way they kept the nightmares away for each other, nor how it was to sleep curled into the other man.
So he walked. He walked the streets of Haurvatat, stopping to watch here and there. To watch, and to drink. To look at the happy couples in the cafes and the restaurants and to wonder if maybe this was God's way of punishing him. God's way of showing Babe that he was wrong. That what they'd had, it was wrong.
He didn't know anymore. He didn't want to.
[[OOC: Doc Roe has gone for a canon update, and Babe, well, he's upset. And drunkish.]]
Babe'd run back to their rooms, not wanting to see what was there. Not wanting to that all of Gene's stuff would be gone. He'd wanted to think that he'd imagined it all. That there'd been no scene on the street, no moment of having Gene there and then not.
But it had been gone.
It had been gone, and now Babe dealt with it the only way he knew how. He was drinking. Not in a bar even, but walking through the streets with a bottle of whiskey in a paper bag. He wasn't drunk. He was pacing himself, making sure that he managed to walk that fine line of still sober enough. Just. Barely.
He couldn't say the words. Gene's gone. Because why would it bother him so much? How could he explain it to the Captain, and Speirs and any of the guys. He couldn't explain it. He couldn't tell them about what they'd said. About how Babe had called Gene his home, his safe place. Not about the way they kept the nightmares away for each other, nor how it was to sleep curled into the other man.
So he walked. He walked the streets of Haurvatat, stopping to watch here and there. To watch, and to drink. To look at the happy couples in the cafes and the restaurants and to wonder if maybe this was God's way of punishing him. God's way of showing Babe that he was wrong. That what they'd had, it was wrong.
He didn't know anymore. He didn't want to.
[[OOC: Doc Roe has gone for a canon update, and Babe, well, he's upset. And drunkish.]]