Disclaimer: I do not own the team. Title and quotes from Tennyson's In Memoriam.
Summary: Mourning is never linear. Gideon's death, viewed through an ongoing series of drabbles.
Our Father's Dust
3
"But, for the unquiet heart and brain,/ A use in measured language lies;/
The sad mechanic exercise,/ Like dull narcotics, numbing pain."
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Reid does what he's supposed to do: goes home in a daze and pulls Gideon's old letter from his desk. Reads it, though he knows it by heart. Takes a shower; tries to sleep but gets drunk instead; ends the night vomiting in the kitchen trashcan, unable to make it to the bathroom. Shows up hungover in the morning and renews his stomach's anger with too-hot, too-bitter coffee.
But there's no pain beyond the physical, beyond the headache and the nausea. Reid is a good boy, and he's going through the motions.
Where it counts, though? He's nothing but numb.
