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sanctuarywolfIt wasn’t a big deal, Henry had insisted on it at least a dozen times. He was doing this because the Sanctuary needed his help. Their security had taken a beating and he was the person best suited to the job. That didn’t change the sad look in Magnus’ eyes, a look he’d seen too often as of late. But there wasn’t any judgement when she’d told him to go and do what needed to be done. Even if he was positive that what he needed was to get away for a while.
It still felt like running away to Henry, and he was sure Helen knew it. The Big Guy had said as much, growling his displeasure and then avoiding him until his departure. That had hurt even more than the way Magnus had looked at him in understanding. He wanted to explain to all of them that he needed this, that maybe they all needed this. It was difficult, there were ghosts in every corridor and he couldn’t deal with them yet. Maybe it was running away, but in order to deal with everything that happened, that was what he had to do.
Which led him here, London. A new city and a new Sanctuary. The systems were barely functioning and he’d spent the first week with his head down, ignoring everyone and everything that wasn’t the security system. He barely even noticed days turning into night, and if it hadn’t been for Declan telling him to take a day off he’d likely still be in the lab.
It's Halloween and a Friday night, he's realised too late, the streets filled with drunken people going from pub to party, some in costume, some not. He didn't think Halloween was a big deal here, but everyone seemed to like an excuse for a party.
The city wasn’t what he’d expected, though he wasn’t quite sure what he had been expecting. It was busy, busier than Vancouver and what he was used to. It was much larger, so that shouldn’t have been that surprising. He just hadn’t been prepared for the reality, he thought as someone pushed past him on the street.
“Watch it,” he mumbled, the person already vanished into the moving throng.
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter,” he muttered to himself. He believed it too, until he went for his wallet to pay for a sandwich and a can of coke.
“Dammit.” Henry swore, and shook his head at the salesgirl, stepping out of line of people already agitating for him to move. “I ah- Sorry. I’ll have to come back.”
It still felt like running away to Henry, and he was sure Helen knew it. The Big Guy had said as much, growling his displeasure and then avoiding him until his departure. That had hurt even more than the way Magnus had looked at him in understanding. He wanted to explain to all of them that he needed this, that maybe they all needed this. It was difficult, there were ghosts in every corridor and he couldn’t deal with them yet. Maybe it was running away, but in order to deal with everything that happened, that was what he had to do.
Which led him here, London. A new city and a new Sanctuary. The systems were barely functioning and he’d spent the first week with his head down, ignoring everyone and everything that wasn’t the security system. He barely even noticed days turning into night, and if it hadn’t been for Declan telling him to take a day off he’d likely still be in the lab.
It's Halloween and a Friday night, he's realised too late, the streets filled with drunken people going from pub to party, some in costume, some not. He didn't think Halloween was a big deal here, but everyone seemed to like an excuse for a party.
The city wasn’t what he’d expected, though he wasn’t quite sure what he had been expecting. It was busy, busier than Vancouver and what he was used to. It was much larger, so that shouldn’t have been that surprising. He just hadn’t been prepared for the reality, he thought as someone pushed past him on the street.
“Watch it,” he mumbled, the person already vanished into the moving throng.
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter,” he muttered to himself. He believed it too, until he went for his wallet to pay for a sandwich and a can of coke.
“Dammit.” Henry swore, and shook his head at the salesgirl, stepping out of line of people already agitating for him to move. “I ah- Sorry. I’ll have to come back.”
