Harper
Anything beautiful, people want to break
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
Pants. Pants...wait, all of them? Now it's Harper's turn to be baffled, though it's hard to think about the hows and whys when he's so intoxicated. He's only standing through virtue of having been cruelly trained to hold his liquor and still operate when drugged or otherwise inebriated, but it has been many years since those dark days, and he had sought sobriety instead of continued training. So maybe he should sit down - something he hears belatedly.
"Gone," he says dully, and wanders further into the sitting area, hitting the edge of the couch with his thigh and cursing. Damn, that would leave a bruise. "Jude's b'droom is...second on the right," he manages, gesturing loosely down the hall towards the bedrooms. She could snoop for all he cared right now. He doesn't sleep in the bedroom anymore, not with Maeve gone. She won't find anything but a pristine bed and stale air. There are no secrets to find - only the glaring reality of his loneliness.
"Gone," he says dully, and wanders further into the sitting area, hitting the edge of the couch with his thigh and cursing. Damn, that would leave a bruise. "Jude's b'droom is...second on the right," he manages, gesturing loosely down the hall towards the bedrooms. She could snoop for all he cared right now. He doesn't sleep in the bedroom anymore, not with Maeve gone. She won't find anything but a pristine bed and stale air. There are no secrets to find - only the glaring reality of his loneliness.
But I would love you in any form you take
