It had been a stressful few days. Wes had almost gotten killed, Bobby had at first had no contacts with the boys and then too much, as it usually went, and it had all left him with very little free time. Usually he'd checked in with Aleister more frequently, made some little deals.
Now he had been neglecting him for a few, admittedly. But at least he'd left him with reading material.
He walked into the storage room and then pulled the two cabinets aside, so he could approach the King of Hell. "Hello."
He sat down in the chair opposite him and then he looked at Aleister. Really looked at him. Huh.
He looked at the ground. A book was there, opened, and Bobby had heard the sound of something being dropped after he had walked in. And then he looked at Aleister again and, yeah. Red-rimmed eyes, still looking a little glassy. "...Little Women made you cry?"
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Now he had been neglecting him for a few, admittedly. But at least he'd left him with reading material.
He walked into the storage room and then pulled the two cabinets aside, so he could approach the King of Hell. "Hello."
He sat down in the chair opposite him and then he looked at Aleister. Really looked at him. Huh.
He looked at the ground. A book was there, opened, and Bobby had heard the sound of something being dropped after he had walked in. And then he looked at Aleister again and, yeah. Red-rimmed eyes, still looking a little glassy. "...Little Women made you cry?"