#rxne

Yeah.

Well that shit could go both ways too.

In fact, in one midgardian’s opinion, it had to.

So tossing his cigarette into the snow like some jerk who littered— then quickly and quietly cursing under his breath to retrieve the butt to throw in the nearby ashtray, he turned his head upward to holler at the sky.

“—GET ME T-“

No time to consider whatever look that was on Heimdall’s face, the boy was already back off in his run, following only what he could know without seeing.

come away from that for but a moment, please. “You can let that aside, I’ll see to it later.”

He stepped out into the garden toward the young Asgardian, away from the father and son inside of the house.

“I wish to see your face. Will you speak with me?”

Catching the board and panting he arrived at the building. A.. treatment center.

Heaving panting breaths, he surveys the building from a distance. But the distress he feels, leaves little time to fully feel this scene out—

and he’s operating on impulse to slip into the building as casually, unnoticeable as he can, to move like someone who belongs, to keep following that feeling to a particular door that stops him,

stay stay stay

And he pulls it open.

could we talk?

its ok im ok

its just its not really important

He pulled it outward against the floor to check behind. It was getting late, but he was restless. The need to get up and go, for a drive, for-

well he didn’t know where yet, but that was the point of figuring it out as you went. That was what he needed, a drive to go and figure it out.

He just couldn’t do that without these fucking car keys, where were they??

“Rue?” He called out to his Asgardian, checking in his pockets a millionth time. “Rue, you seen my keys?”

as long as you want me to be

But did they really, actually know how long that was? The feeling of a bad dream doesn’t leave him, in the moments he started to rise.

Or maybe he’d never actually fallen asleep.

a bad dream?

i don’t think so. might just be how it is, now

barefoot his feet pressed slowly, softly against the floor, to slowly stand from his bed. Rúne’s breathless panic, his fear, his question before he’d finally fallen asleep-

for a moment gabriel just stands there, because he wants to go to him now.

just see him, maybe just as he sleeps..

comfort him to know he wasn’t alone, but

how could

what was..

In the end he decided to let his feet take him, in very near silence across the wooden floor in the direction his heart pulled him

just, to get a look in. just see him.

it’s okay

don’t wake up

would you like, to be alone for a bit?

because it’s, he’s supposed to ask. rather than assume.

Like a humming.

It meant, Rue.

Easily picked apart from all the other sounds that a seemingly changed sense had been learning to gather.

hey.

He opened up the door he knew the Asgardian was behind, a careful look on his face. Hesitant.

“…I needed a minute.” or, a couple of hours.. sorry