There will be more openings, in all likelihood. Temporary distractions are usually just that, and though Thor does not always spend time dwelling on what happened, it is never far from his thoughts as if he is caught in an orbit around it, circling around again and again without escape. The drinking helps, for a while. Yet that too is temporary.
Thor picks absently at the label on the bottle, peeling a corner away and sticking it back down, compelled to do something with his hands though there's nothing productive to do. Nothing useful. He doesn't meet Prometheus' eyes, but he does turn a little toward him, at least.
He thinks of the silence of his house, before Harley came, and the loneliness of the solitude. It may not be that bad for his titanic friend, of course, but Thor's heart aches anyway. How many others are dealing with empty houses, across the universe? Empty spaces where friends and family once were. "I know the feeling." How do you cope, he wants to ask, but the words won't come and he doesn't know why.
Keeping busy. That's something that Thor has seen plenty of, around the village. There is so much work to do, and only so many hands to go around, and from what he's seen it's helped the people to have something productive to channel their grief, to tire them out so that they sleep easier. He can only wonder what that is like, unable to make himself do the same. "Any interesting projects?" he asks, trying to steer his thoughts away from the undercurrent dragging them down. "The... the children giving you a hand with the... potter's wheel?"
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Thor picks absently at the label on the bottle, peeling a corner away and sticking it back down, compelled to do something with his hands though there's nothing productive to do. Nothing useful. He doesn't meet Prometheus' eyes, but he does turn a little toward him, at least.
He thinks of the silence of his house, before Harley came, and the loneliness of the solitude. It may not be that bad for his titanic friend, of course, but Thor's heart aches anyway. How many others are dealing with empty houses, across the universe? Empty spaces where friends and family once were. "I know the feeling." How do you cope, he wants to ask, but the words won't come and he doesn't know why.
Keeping busy. That's something that Thor has seen plenty of, around the village. There is so much work to do, and only so many hands to go around, and from what he's seen it's helped the people to have something productive to channel their grief, to tire them out so that they sleep easier. He can only wonder what that is like, unable to make himself do the same. "Any interesting projects?" he asks, trying to steer his thoughts away from the undercurrent dragging them down. "The... the children giving you a hand with the... potter's wheel?"