Sam had his hands in his pockets and was probably wearing one of the outfits from the other man's life and he didn't much care. Obsessive revenge was familiar, but somehow not striking to his mood at the moment. The duality, once it had been pointed out, had slammed into his mind like a railroad spike to the base of the skull.
He had to admit, he hadn't quite realized what sort of mood he'd be in after, for his and Midir's assignation. And now he didn't know what he was in the mood for, or what would happen. He felt an instinctive need to cling to Surreal.
Afterwards, perhaps. And perhaps this would cleanse some of the malaise still clinging, and he did miss Midir. He didn't bother knocking, just walked in.
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Date: 2006-10-24 04:57 pm (UTC)He had to admit, he hadn't quite realized what sort of mood he'd be in after, for his and Midir's assignation. And now he didn't know what he was in the mood for, or what would happen. He felt an instinctive need to cling to Surreal.
Afterwards, perhaps. And perhaps this would cleanse some of the malaise still clinging, and he did miss Midir. He didn't bother knocking, just walked in.