[ Hearing Ander's announcement had been like taking several punches to the gut. Wolfe had been a friend, and Fenris... well, if he was perfectly honest with himself, he had come as close to loving Fenris as he had anybody. They had been lovers, friends, and he had cared for the other in a way he so rarely let himself. For this reason.
For this aching, throbbing pain in his chest, the boiling anger that had no real target, no real outlet. Screaming did no good, and he was to much a captain to let such emotion show. Besides, what was the point? He couldn't do anything about it, and it wasn't his fault. It was no one's fault. It was just life in the Fleet...
At some point he had found himself at the bar, calling for a drink, nursing it because drinking away his sorrows was probably not productive, but damn if it didn't sound like a good plan. Even if the bar was pretty empty... ]
After Ander's Announcement about Fenris - In Whichever Bar
For this aching, throbbing pain in his chest, the boiling anger that had no real target, no real outlet. Screaming did no good, and he was to much a captain to let such emotion show. Besides, what was the point? He couldn't do anything about it, and it wasn't his fault. It was no one's fault. It was just life in the Fleet...
At some point he had found himself at the bar, calling for a drink, nursing it because drinking away his sorrows was probably not productive, but damn if it didn't sound like a good plan. Even if the bar was pretty empty... ]