Brigitte Clara Deleon: when laurel takes her back to sanctuary, she'd stay in bed for a day or two, then wander out looking for the brute.

William Halloran: Business hours, or before/after?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: after

William Halloran: Cool. William's at the bar, hunched over a beer. A couple empty bottles are there with it, but he's not drunk. He tries his hardest not to drink on duty...only after. And he hasn't had time to get drunk quite yet.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte steps up behind the man, quietly. She places a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

William Halloran: He jumps a little bit at the touch and looks over his shoulder. When he sees Brigette, he pales, and his eyes drop to the ground. "Um...uhh..." He pushes up to his feet quickly, shoulders slumped and head lowered. "Whatcha need?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns, looking over at the brutish man. She leans forward to kiss his shoulder, curling a delicate arm around him from behind. "I'm.. sorry." She murmers. Her words a mere exhale, barely audible.

William Halloran: He stiffens a little bit as she touches him...instinctual, nothing more. He seems...honestly, suprised by her reaction. "I...fucked up. M'sorry..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans weakly against the brute, as affectionate as before she snapped. Almost like it'd never happened. "You didn't do anything, love.. I was.. upset. I was wrong to take it out on you." She speeks in a sheepish tone, almost pleading. "Forgive me?"

William Halloran: "Ain't nothin' to forgive." He shakes his head, and tentatively, like a nervous young boy, he puts an arm around her. "Ya were upset, like ya said. It happens."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She curls into the man, burying her face in his chest. She gives a tiny sniffle. "I had no business talking to you like that, William.. now.. you're just going to leave me.. like everyone else.."

William Halloran: He blinks again, frowning. "I ain't leavin' nothin', Emma. ...least, I mean..." he stumbles a bit over the next. "Umm...not...y'know. Not unless you decide...uh. I ain't goin' on my choice, s'what I mean."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nuzzles her head in his chest. "I'd never turn you away, William. I love you... very much."

William Halloran: He purses his lips, looking down at her, and gives a deep, shaky sigh. "I love ya too, Emma. I"m...m'sorry, I was tryin' ta help. Shoulda known..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She starts shaking subtly. "There.. was nothing you could have done. It was out of your hands. Mine as well.. the ritual that was going on it.. well.. it was happening to many expectant mothers in the area. I.. should have been better prepared for disappointment.." She gives a bitter laugh. "You'd think I'd be used to it by now.."

William Halloran: "I try not to be," he says quietly, as he raises a moves his hand very, very gently over her back. "M'sorry if I am."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses his chest. "Come upstairs with me? Laurel is busy taking care of things.. and I don't want to be alone."

William Halloran: He seems to relax a little at that, despite a slight flinch at mention of Laurel. Even manages a small smile. For her. "Awright. If ya want me to."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She tilts her head curiously at the brute. "Do you have a problem with Laurel?"

William Halloran: "Naah," he says, looking down. "She just...um. W-wasn't too, um...she was upset when she got back and couldn't find ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns, giving an almost stern look to the brute. "What did she do, William? Tell me."

William Halloran: He seems a bit nervous now, shifting back and forth on his feet. "She, uh..couldn't find ya, so, she found me. Asked me where ya were...said I didn't know. I was, um. Was my fault, I was a bit...had some ta drink, y'know? She was all worried n' shit, an' she had ta find out, right? So she, uh...sorta...scared me, I guess."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She maintains her frown, disapproving. "Scared you.. naturally?"

William Halloran: "Uhh, well..." He looks up at her, squinting nerviously. "Nat'ral fer ya guys?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She purses her lips, running a delicate hand up his chest. "Love.. if anyone.. ANY.. one.. ever tries anything with you that sets off your senses.. you're to invoke me as soon as it's safe to do so. Is that clear?"

William Halloran: "Yeh." He nods a little. "I know I shouda...but...I kinda thought ya didn't, um..." He shrugs. "Y'know. Wanna hear."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She curls an arm around the man. "Love.. you're my responsibility. You take care of me.. I take care of you. Remember? I need to know these things.. Please.. keep me informed.."

William Halloran: "Okay." He nods a little bit and smiles faintly. "I promise, I will. From now on."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, starting to lead him upstairs. "And I'll have a talk with Laurel. She has no right to treat you that way.."

William Halloran: He moves along with her, nodding. "Awright. He...I mean, she ain't normally...s'all right to me, usually. Dunno if she likes me, but she ain't usually mean." Ahh, excuses for the abuser. Always the fun stage.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She places a loving hand around his. "She's under a lot of stress right now.. I'm.. sure she didn't mean it.."

William Halloran: "Yeah." He nods a little bit and wraps his huge hand carefully around hers. "S'okay. I understand."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leads him upstairs, to bed. Exhausted, and stressed, still.

William Halloran: He heads up along with her, and gets into bed with her, relaxing at that. He takes a protective stance, of course, arms wrapping around her, and lets her rest.