[This was not clicking for some reason. He has been staring at these reports for the past hour and half, nothing having been accomplished besides from papers being shuffled around in a semblance of productivity and knives thrown into the pillar behind him out of sheer frustration. His fingers tapping along the worn metal to keep himself from doing further property damage at this rate.
The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.
Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.
Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.
His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.
The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.
He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.
Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]
The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.
Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.
Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.
His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.
The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.
He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.
Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]
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Date: 2015-11-03 05:02 am (UTC)From:[He's seen that look before, and it concerns him. There's a quiet noise as he shifts and leans in, one hand straying up to cup the side of the hunter's face gently.]
I trust you. Nothing is gonna go wrong, just think of it like being out in the field again and keeping me safe from there.
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Date: 2015-11-03 05:27 am (UTC)From:I know you do. I've never done repairs on titan armor, that's all. Being in the field was harder but not as nerve-wracking. But I'm good. Promise.
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Date: 2015-11-03 06:02 am (UTC)From:[And he steals a gentle kiss to emphasize his point.]
Don't worry about a thing. Definitely not tonight.
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Date: 2015-11-03 06:23 am (UTC)From:[Alright he's back to smiling even if it's a small one and he turning a touch more in order to nuzzle into Liam's hand gently.]
I won't anymore. Promise. No more worrying for the night at all.
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Date: 2015-11-03 07:18 am (UTC)From:[His expression softens further, and he gently brushes the pad of his thumb over James' cheek.]
's a perfect night.
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Date: 2015-11-03 07:53 am (UTC)From:[He gives a content noise, closing his eyes to enjoy the soft touches.]
Told you it would be. Didn't have any doubts.
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Date: 2015-11-03 08:49 am (UTC)From:[Sappy? Of course it is, and there are still a few lingering nerves, he's not quite done after all, but they're eased by the quiet and the closeness. It doesn't last, of course, because the server is back after a while with their food, but he's far more focused on the hunter beside him than he really is on the actual dinner.]
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Date: 2015-11-03 09:18 am (UTC)From:[The brief hint of movement and the sound of footsteps catches his attention, turning in order to pay attention to the server and the incoming food. It certainly looks good but he doesn't want to move away from the titan in order to eat properly. Quite the dilemma really.
He turns towards him to kiss softly before nodding towards the food on the table, laughing softly.]
As much as I enjoy this rate, I think we should eat. Don't think it'd be wish to let this go to waste.
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Date: 2015-11-03 09:28 am (UTC)From:[It's a lighthearted joke, and he huffs dramatically as he disengages from James, pausing only for a moment to lean in and gently knock his forehead against the hunter's.]
What's a good night out without good food? Would definitely be a crime to not eat it.
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Date: 2015-11-03 05:16 pm (UTC)From:[A pleased noise is drawn at the touch before he slides back to his proper seat and attempts to focus on eating. It wasn't too hard to do since he was starving from his earlier running around and he eagerly digs in. He sneaks another sip of wine, thankful that his nerves had decided to once more flee and leave him alone to get more confident in himself with this.]
Funny how you would do most things if there was guaranteed food.
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Date: 2015-11-03 09:22 pm (UTC)From:[But he looks on with bemusement as James goes at the food, following soon after.]
Hey, it's a good motivator. It's gotta be good food though, yeah?
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Date: 2015-11-03 09:48 pm (UTC)From:Good to know.
[Focus on the surrounding city and the food. Do not get distracted and possibly face getting further flustered.]
I have other motivators. You're the food one mostly but you're not wrong. Better the food, better the effort placed usually.
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Date: 2015-11-03 10:09 pm (UTC)From:Hey, got to appreciate the nice things in life.
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Date: 2015-11-03 10:48 pm (UTC)From:[Like being able to sleep in for one or being in the company of his titan for another. Work used to be nice but the past week had been hell with everything.]
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Date: 2015-11-03 10:59 pm (UTC)From:[He grins over.]
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Date: 2015-11-03 11:04 pm (UTC)From:This dinner being one of them.
[No need to drag the whole night down right now. Deflect the topic and refocus.]
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Date: 2015-11-03 11:11 pm (UTC)From:Next time, I'm taking you out.
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Date: 2015-11-03 11:41 pm (UTC)From:Now that would be another nice thing to enjoy for sure.
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Date: 2015-11-04 12:00 am (UTC)From:[A light tease really and nowhere near being a complaint to be honest. He sneaks more wine, trying to keep this selection in mind of other occasions possibly.]
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Date: 2015-11-04 12:10 am (UTC)From:[There's another grin flashed, and then it's back to the food.]
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Date: 2015-11-04 01:49 am (UTC)From:[Food however is returned to gladly if only to forget about the fact that yes a majority of his life as a Guardian was absolute crap. The better parts having been times he spent with his team and others. Liam though was at the top of the list without a doubt.]
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Date: 2015-11-04 02:05 am (UTC)From:[Food is good, focusing on food is good, but he still can't help but reach over and snag one of James' hands.]
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Date: 2015-11-04 02:18 am (UTC)From:Glancing over, he smirks some before attempting to eat one handed which wasn't going as awful as it could be. A definite plus in his book.]
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