04-10-2014, 09:22 AM
"Please don't do that,
" she said, when he had touched her arm. She closed her eyes and seemed to gather herself. Then she moved away from his hand.
Connor felt embarressed. He'd only meant it as a friendly gesture, a way to somehow express to her what this night had meant to him, what her and the other's words had given him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean...
" and trailed off. From the way she seemed, he wasn't sure she was hearing him. And he really wasn't sure what to say.
"Nothing personal
," she said in a quieter voice, though she sounded sincere. Well....what's done is done. Just have to go on despite it. She looked weaker than she had just a moment ago. "I have to go
," she said as she backed to the door and let herself out.
And just like that, the room suddenly felt more empty. The spell of the entire night was broken. It reminded him of being at a party or a bar when he was in his youth. As the night wore on, drinks flowing, music playing and conversation springing up everywhere, the evening took on an other-worldly quality. It existed outside of time. It was its own universe. Until it was time to close up shop and the lights came on and everything reverted back to reality, that once again you were in the real world. It felt like that. He had been given a gift. It had been a momentous night. It was unreal in a very real sense. And now the sunlight was streaming through the windows brightly filling the room and they were back in the real world. He'd now have to figure out what to do from here, how to go on from this moment forward.
Suddenly Connor felt extremely tired from the events of last night, the lack of sleep and the draining purge of emotion. He was not tired in his soul. Just tired.
Jensen seemed concerned about something, but Connor was having trouble mustering the energy to try to help. He felt ashamed for feeling that way. But truth to tell, as much as he believed this man was a good man, he didn't know him at all. It wasn't his business or right to pry. He had demanded enough of them tonight. And Jensen kept looking at Giovanni, as if he wanted to talk. It made sense, given their abilities and the run in with Aria- or rather the danger from her group. Mind your own business, he thought to himself.
Jensen offered both of them a place to get some sleep. As much as he wanted to get home, the thought of the trip was tiring itself.
"Are you sure?
" Connor asked. At Jensen's assent, he said "Well, I appreciate it. If it's ok, I guess I'll take the bedroom for a little while.
" That would give them privacy if they wanted to talk. It seemed likely. And he was so tired.
He went into the room and it was pleasantly cool, the curtains doing a good job of keeping out the light. The darkness was pleasing to his tired eyes, as if lessening the pressure of the real world. He went to the bed, took off his shoes and lay on the comforter. He didn't plan on messing up Jensen's covers.
As he lay there, eyes closed, he felt the quiet seep into him. The peace he had received earlier surrounded him. He hadn't felt like this in months. Usually, he'd needed the numbing effects of alcohol to drift off. But tonight, he felt his son with him, as if he was there. It felt good. It felt like he had received his son back, as strange as it sounded. "Love you bud
," he whispered. And in his mind he saw his son as he had been, sitting in the passenger seat of the car, so many years ago. And he remembered his son say, "love you too dad.
" He smiled, drifting off to that memory.
" she said, when he had touched her arm. She closed her eyes and seemed to gather herself. Then she moved away from his hand.
Connor felt embarressed. He'd only meant it as a friendly gesture, a way to somehow express to her what this night had meant to him, what her and the other's words had given him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean...
" and trailed off. From the way she seemed, he wasn't sure she was hearing him. And he really wasn't sure what to say.
"Nothing personal
," she said in a quieter voice, though she sounded sincere. Well....what's done is done. Just have to go on despite it. She looked weaker than she had just a moment ago. "I have to go
," she said as she backed to the door and let herself out.
And just like that, the room suddenly felt more empty. The spell of the entire night was broken. It reminded him of being at a party or a bar when he was in his youth. As the night wore on, drinks flowing, music playing and conversation springing up everywhere, the evening took on an other-worldly quality. It existed outside of time. It was its own universe. Until it was time to close up shop and the lights came on and everything reverted back to reality, that once again you were in the real world. It felt like that. He had been given a gift. It had been a momentous night. It was unreal in a very real sense. And now the sunlight was streaming through the windows brightly filling the room and they were back in the real world. He'd now have to figure out what to do from here, how to go on from this moment forward.
Suddenly Connor felt extremely tired from the events of last night, the lack of sleep and the draining purge of emotion. He was not tired in his soul. Just tired.
Jensen seemed concerned about something, but Connor was having trouble mustering the energy to try to help. He felt ashamed for feeling that way. But truth to tell, as much as he believed this man was a good man, he didn't know him at all. It wasn't his business or right to pry. He had demanded enough of them tonight. And Jensen kept looking at Giovanni, as if he wanted to talk. It made sense, given their abilities and the run in with Aria- or rather the danger from her group. Mind your own business, he thought to himself.
Jensen offered both of them a place to get some sleep. As much as he wanted to get home, the thought of the trip was tiring itself.
"Are you sure?
" Connor asked. At Jensen's assent, he said "Well, I appreciate it. If it's ok, I guess I'll take the bedroom for a little while.
" That would give them privacy if they wanted to talk. It seemed likely. And he was so tired.
He went into the room and it was pleasantly cool, the curtains doing a good job of keeping out the light. The darkness was pleasing to his tired eyes, as if lessening the pressure of the real world. He went to the bed, took off his shoes and lay on the comforter. He didn't plan on messing up Jensen's covers.
As he lay there, eyes closed, he felt the quiet seep into him. The peace he had received earlier surrounded him. He hadn't felt like this in months. Usually, he'd needed the numbing effects of alcohol to drift off. But tonight, he felt his son with him, as if he was there. It felt good. It felt like he had received his son back, as strange as it sounded. "Love you bud
," he whispered. And in his mind he saw his son as he had been, sitting in the passenger seat of the car, so many years ago. And he remembered his son say, "love you too dad.
" He smiled, drifting off to that memory.