sbpd_papabear (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sbpd_papabear) wrote2012-04-04 09:24 pm
sbpd_papabear) wrote2012-04-04 09:24 pm
Entry tags:
OOM: After Stumbling On Milliways
It's been a couple days since they stumbled into some sort of shared hallucination (which is really the best thing he can think to call it) and neither one has broached the topic. For Henry's part, he's decided it's either too weird to talk about or never happened at all.
Instead, he's working late on Thursday night fixing paperwork that tried to claim Gus' car insurance as a state billable work expense. Nice try.
Just after seven, the station had gone more or less quiet - the steady din of the workday tapering off to the solemn click of a few keyboards punctuating the otherwise still environment. It was kind of nice... perfect time to grab a coffee and check out the snack machine for options to stave off dinner until he went home.
Instead, he's working late on Thursday night fixing paperwork that tried to claim Gus' car insurance as a state billable work expense. Nice try.
Just after seven, the station had gone more or less quiet - the steady din of the workday tapering off to the solemn click of a few keyboards punctuating the otherwise still environment. It was kind of nice... perfect time to grab a coffee and check out the snack machine for options to stave off dinner until he went home.
no subject
"I, uh..." he nods again, looking down into his empty wine glass; "I understand."
The awkward sinking in his stomach tells him it's probably a good time to not ask what he wants to ask... that he should just let things lie for the moment. "I know you've got an early morning... and I should probably be getting home."