Harold gave only passing thought to what Hikaru must have been doing at that moment.
The part of him in love hoped he was happy. That Pavel was taking care of him.
The part of Harold that was alone hated them both for having the other. It just wasn't fair.
Glancing at Scotty, Harold hoped the other man hadn't noticed his sniff. He wanted to bury it all for a while, bolstered by the tentative partnership of someone he was coming to think of as a friend.
People passing had thus far mostly ignored the pair, and Harold thought he could live without the evening's drinking if he had to; this was peaceful enough.
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Re: Under the Table, Over the Water
Date: 2009-08-09 06:46 pm (UTC)The part of him in love hoped he was happy. That Pavel was taking care of him.
The part of Harold that was alone hated them both for having the other. It just wasn't fair.
Glancing at Scotty, Harold hoped the other man hadn't noticed his sniff. He wanted to bury it all for a while, bolstered by the tentative partnership of someone he was coming to think of as a friend.
People passing had thus far mostly ignored the pair, and Harold thought he could live without the evening's drinking if he had to; this was peaceful enough.