A/N: Semi-Spoiler. Just a little thing that ran through my mind when I saw a clip for the new season.
Seasons Change, People Change
A moment ago he was standing in his kitchen, once again trying to recover from the events of the day -- contemplating soothing his nerves with the bottle of amber spirits that he'd come to know too well over the past summer.
Too lost in thought to notice his gradual decline, he slithered down, back against the wall, until his butt hit the floor.
Here I am again. Down. Figuratively and literally.
He looked up with disdain at the bottle he'd left atop the countertop, too tired to even want to muster up the energy to stand and reach for it. I don't need it that badly.
He sat, staring blankly at nothing, as his mind pondered everything.
His miserable childhood.
His miserable father. Well, the one I grew up knowing, anyway.
His raping, murderous blood-father. Wow. Between Mom and him, I've got some really great genes here.
His leech of a brother.
His hard-ass Captain. He really does think I'm a wacko.
But all of those things didn't really bother him in comparison to what he'd done today.
No. Today was the worst of all. Today, I made her cry. Her words, straining through tears, echoed in his mind. This isn't one of your puzzles, Bobby. This is my life!"
He sighed in defeat, wondering what he could say to make things right. How he could make amends. After all she's been through over the years –standing by me; standing up for me.
He wondered how much more he had left in him. How many more times could he bounce back –pick himself up after life had knocked him down. He'd already done it more times than he cared to think about.
There was no motivation for anything in his life anymore.
(He heard a knock at the door, followed by her voice softly calling his name. He smiled for the first time that day)
He stood up, quickly brushing off the backside of his jeans, and made his way to the door.
No motivation. Except her. And it was all he needed.
THE END