Now my Heart Stumbles on Things I don't Know...

[toris_tori]

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.

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[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre sighed in defeat as he scanned the Winchester. He'd had Wilm's shirt with him again today, but by the time his day ended and he had met him in the library, the shirt had completely slipped his mind. Again.

And so, determined to return it, he stopped by the Winchester on his way back from Madame Maime's. He had set an alarm on his phone just to remind himself. Therefore, Wilm was not actually at work.

About to leave, Sindre spotted a familiar face at the bar and frowned. He hadn't envisioned Toris as the type to be in a bar on a weekday. Certainly not alone, already well into his cups. Curious, Sindre came up behind him and dropped a hand onto his shoulder.

"Feliks has driven me to drink before," Sindre opened instead, keeping his tone light, "but I never thought he'd break you." Which was true--he and Toris had agreed a long time ago that Toris was the better man with regard to Feliks Situations. "What happened?"

[toris_tori]

Jumping when the hand came down on his shoulder, Toris turned in the direction of a familiar voice, blinking a few times before realizing who it was. "Sindre....?" He asked, though it was obvious that was who it was. He rubbed one palm against his forehead, messing up his hair that was already in disarray and trying to forget that his head was starting to ache. He rarely came to the bar so he didn't expect to see anyone he knew...just his luck.

At such a straightforward question, Toris flinched a little and kept his face turned away from the blond, "Nothing." He lied through his teeth, though he looked anything but, "Everything's....fine." his voice broke a little on the last word and he took his cup again (missing once before finding it) and taking another drink, hoping to avoid talking.

[talks_to_nisse]

Snorting, Sindre waved the bartender over and ordered a beer before responding to that blatant lie. He wasn't about to do this completely dry.

"I'm friends with some first-class bullshiters," he responded conversationally. "You're nowhere near their league."

Nodding to the bartender as he returned with the beer, Sindre took a drink before continuing. "And even if you were, the simple fact that you're here, like this, belies everything else you say. So you may as well come clean."

[toris_tori]

Turning a slight, but wavering, glare at Sindre before turning back to his drink in frustration, watching the liquid swirl around for a moment before collecting his thoughts (though they were still fuzzy and seemed to be in all directions...this night had probably been a bad idea).

Letting out a long sigh before pushing the hair out of his eyes in an attempt to focus better that didn't work. "I messed up." he offered vaugely, and then he let out a humorless laugh that sounded unnatural even to his own hears. He shook his head, hair falling back into his face and his smile from laughing falling back into an unhappy expression, "I seem to do that a lot."

And in his own mind, that's exactly it. He'd distanced Raivis and still continued to avoid him, and he hadn't been able to keep Kim in Liberty...