《 Alvaro 》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Raimundo<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Sayd</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Sleep came late and fitful for Alvaro and when he saw dawn breaking above the treeline he gave up on the hope of actually getting any rest. His mind and heart were plagued with contradictions, sadness, and the uncertainties ahead. As he lay staring at the ceiling watching the soft morning light creep slowly across it, he felt incredibly alone. He drew in a long breath, reaching across to grab and light a cigarette. He had so much to do but Hale's words lingered in his mind creating a noise he couldn't block out.<br/><br/>He wouldn't see Rebel until later. At first, that thought was ok, until he realized it meant he'd be alone in the quiet with only his churning mind as company. No, no he couldn't do that. If he couldn't find peace, he needed to find something to do. It was early, far too early to call on Raimundo, but that became the only option that promised some relief. Perhaps they would hunt as Hale suggested, perhaps young Ray would just tell him to go away.<br/><br/>As he pulled on his pants and shirt he felt confident that wouldn't be the case. He wouldn't burden Ray with his thoughts, but he knew Ray wouldn't turn him away. Maybe they would hunt, maybe they would simply talk. It didn't matter to Alvaro, it was just where he wanted to be.<br/><br/>He hardly saw the people and places he passed as he moved through Abendblume up to the suites. Quietly he hoped not to run into anyone else and it seemed at least that went in his favor. He passed the other Hale children's suites until he came to the last one, Ray Jrs.<br/><br/>He knocked softly. Once. Twice. "Raimundo..." he said quietly when he thought he'd heard a mumble. He paused, guilt washing over his expression only to be tossed away when he knocked again. "Raimundo..."