you're knocking us off of our feet, you're knocking us down

[confidenceman]

Over two months on Tabula Rasa, and it's quickly growing evident that ain't coping well with the change. The two islands may be well and similar enough on the surface, but there ain't any pretending 'bout where the two of us are meant to be. Whatever amount of good we can do here, it ain't the same as what we did back home, keeping people safe, keeping them alive, bringing them home. I know Tabula Rasa gets up to all manner of crap, but thing is, you live here long enough, you start to see that nothing changes around here. Nothing but who's walking on the island, I guess.

People ain't dying. People ain't suffering. It's just a freaking train stop along the way. And the doc's never done well with being caged.

I know he's drinking, and I know it's starting to become a problem. I haven't been drunk off my ass for a while now, probably not since Kate left, but I'm sure hanging out at bars often enough that people might think otherwise. Most of the time, it's the Hub, less family-friendly and more like your usual dive. But sometimes, he heads to the Winchester too.

Like today.

I'm sittin' a couple tables away, keeping an eye on Jack while he drinks. More 'cause I know how well the good doc's capable of practically blowing up in front of others, and I ain't sure who all even knows how to start calming the guy down.

Although truth be told, I could use a little calm myself right now.

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[little_moons]

I know the guy on sight, but we've barely exchanged more than a few words. I catch the same wariness pointed in my direction that I feel towards him, so I figure at least we're even. Still, he's here, he's drinking and he looks like shit, but that's not what I care about.

What I care about is the shadow hovering over his shoulder.

I ignore him for as long as I can. Finally, I step out from behind the bar and head his way, scowling as I ask, "You gonna order somethin, or you just gonna fuckin' sit there?"