Bedside Confessions (RP for captain_breacan) [Complete]

[badbobbybarnes]

Eothian came by every morning, just like he promised. They talked about the weather, about sculpting and music, about clubs, about photography. They didn't talk about Breacan. They didn't talk about Eothian's crush or how Bobby was starting to develop feelings back for him.

Eothian had left for the morning and Bobby was dozing, petting Bette as he slept. The nurse was making herself some lunch when she heard the elevator.

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[captain-breacan.livejournal.com]

"What do you want us to be about?"

He looked down at the cigarette burning away; the ash was flicked into the cigarette pack as he looked back up at Bobby. The expression in his eyes was one of emotional tiredness of someone who almost appeared defeated by some kind of struggle, internal or external; it was hard to tell which.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

"What I want don't matter, Breacan. Ya made that plenty clear. Maybe ya ought tell me what ya want, instead. Not what ya think I wanna hear, but what ya want."

[captain-breacan.livejournal.com]

He looked down, taking a last drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out. The smoke was blown in a different direction to Bobby. He didn’t look back up once he stubbed out the cigarette, he crushed the packet and held it tightly in his hands. When he did look back up there was no indication of what he was thinking or feeling. There was a blankness in his eyes.

“There is nothing to say.”

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

With a growl, Bobby threw the sketch pad. "Get out. Why the fuck'd ya even come here? Why the fuck do ya keep coming around? If ya don't want anything, why do ya keep coming 'round?"

Bobby rolled away from him, giving Breacan his full back. He was done. It didn't matter what Breacan said, he wasn't doing it any more. Only person who ended up getting hurt was him.

[captain-breacan.livejournal.com]

"It is expected I be here. It is what you wish."

Breacan stood up away from the chair. He looked at Bobby, not moving to him, or attempting to reach out and touch him. His voice was low, filled with the slur of a man who had been drinking.

"No matter what I do for you, it always will be wrong and never enough."

He turned away and walked out of the room. He wouldn't stay, not this time. On the way out he spoke briefly to the nurse to check on Bobby's health progress and left the apartment.

The sea captain didn't look back and didn't return.