[open] I'll return one day

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow + you
WHAT: catch-all
WHEN: post lyrium detox
WHERE: mostly the Gallows and surrounding areas
NOTES: open starters are in the post body and bespoke ones are in the comments, hmu if you want one, etc

out & about, OTA

One could be forgiven for thinking nothing has changed. Not long after his time in the infirmary ended, Barrow had made his return to the training yard in the mornings: he busies himself there, offering training and maintaining the weapons and being something adjacent to his usual self. The distance is, however, noticeable at times, when his banter is a bit delayed. Or maybe his smile doesn't meet his eyes, or he stares out at the horizon for a little too long in the middle of a drill.

Nearly every evening now he's in the Loose Noose, nursing an ale for hours as though he's periodically forgotten about it. When once he might have played solitaire, lately he just sits and stares at nothing. Sometimes he smokes, letting the cigarette burn all the way down to his lips before he thinks to ash it.

infirmary, OTA

There's work to be done in the wake of his time in the infirmary, and Barrow finally dredges up the courage to address it. He arrives one day with his toolbox and, without offering much conversation, proceeds to go about mending... everything. He starts with the worst of it: the door to the private room, the bed that took the brunt of his and Lazar's altercation, then makes his way down to smaller details, things he may have left unfinished in his initial restless busyness when he'd first gone off the lyrium.

If spoken to, he speaks, and is even friendly, but his overall bearing is awkward. Uncomfortable. Apologetic, if one squints. Maybe he shouldn't be here, but he wants to make it right.

Comments

[thereneverwas]

"Ey? What's that?"

Even if he doesn't smile, it's a somewhat tender look Barrow reserves for Clarisse as he looks at her over his shoulder, pausing in his work for the moment.

[laruetheday]

"Could you move this target back over there?"

Clarisse is gesturing to one of the roughly human-looking dummies that are scattered around, indicating that she wants it back on the other side of the yard. Could she just move it herself? Yeah, obviously. But she feels like maybe Barrow wants to get back to Just Being Normal, and what's more normal than being asked to do stupid manual labor around the Gallows?

[thereneverwas]

Seeming to have the same thought process, Barrow looks from the target to Clarisse and back-- didn't the Maker give you two working legs-- but eventually he snorts, finally smirking a bit.

"Yeah, sure." Shuffling toward the target, he hefts it with a grunt and begins to carry it as directed.
"How're you holding up?"