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whenshewasnice) wrote2014-03-11 01:48 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2014-03-11 01:48 pm
Nathan's Duplex, The Hegemony Compound, Brazil, Tuesday Morning
To say that it had been an extremely trying couple of weeks would have been an understatement, and it would also have ignored how said trying times were still in progress. And deities-of-your-choice knew that Nathan couldn't ignore that. He still woke up every day hoping this would be the day he'd be back where he belonged, and where his staff didn't side-eye him, Peter didn't avoid him, and Jim didn't pine for some girl version of him.
And today was still not that day.
He was doing his best to just roll with that. Whether he was any good at it was still up for debate. He definitely hadn't been when he'd left Sam's party on Sunday before it even got started. He'd come to regret that decision by now. He should've stayed and taken the scraps of familiarity he was offered. His apology text to Sam this morning didn't really say as much, but that was a given.
He'd get going and face the Hegemon's staff and the weirded out looks they ween't great at concealing a little later, he was sure. But right now... He was going to get up-to-date on some email correspondence while sitting on his living room floor and rolling a ball for Mr. Moxy to play with. Mox, at least, treated him exactly the same. And for a moment, alone with his cat and his work, he could pretend he was home.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual calls/texts/emails/visits.]
And today was still not that day.
He was doing his best to just roll with that. Whether he was any good at it was still up for debate. He definitely hadn't been when he'd left Sam's party on Sunday before it even got started. He'd come to regret that decision by now. He should've stayed and taken the scraps of familiarity he was offered. His apology text to Sam this morning didn't really say as much, but that was a given.
He'd get going and face the Hegemon's staff and the weirded out looks they ween't great at concealing a little later, he was sure. But right now... He was going to get up-to-date on some email correspondence while sitting on his living room floor and rolling a ball for Mr. Moxy to play with. Mox, at least, treated him exactly the same. And for a moment, alone with his cat and his work, he could pretend he was home.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual calls/texts/emails/visits.]