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Jul. 21st, 2013 04:47 pmWalter is infinitely grateful when the goddamn Victory banquet is finally over. It was a seemingly endless haze of hand-shakes and congratulations, Caro meeting people and having her picture taken, and him mostly just quietly plotting the death of everyone around him. Particularly anyone who insisted on stopping them to chat as the party was winding down. They stood between him and sleep. They needed to die. It's only fair.
Fortunately for all involved Walter did not go on a killing spree, but when he shoves his way onto the train back home he's not in a noticeably better mood, either. He finds the bar car and gets himself a drink and just... flops back into a chair, mostly scowling at the drink instead of drinking it. It might be a minute before Caro and Weyoun join him.
He's glad to leave the Capitol behind - oh is he ever - but he's also never all that happy about 12. It's... 12. It's home and he, for the most part, hates it, too. But he gets left alone in his house in Victor's Village and no one much pays attention to him, and he likes that arrangement just fine.
Of course... he's going to have a neighbor now. He'd say that's interesting but he already knows it's doubtful that'll change much. And this particular trip home comes with so much more in the way of potential problems than any others. Shit he can neither speak to anyone about or even do anything about.
Fortunately for all involved Walter did not go on a killing spree, but when he shoves his way onto the train back home he's not in a noticeably better mood, either. He finds the bar car and gets himself a drink and just... flops back into a chair, mostly scowling at the drink instead of drinking it. It might be a minute before Caro and Weyoun join him.
He's glad to leave the Capitol behind - oh is he ever - but he's also never all that happy about 12. It's... 12. It's home and he, for the most part, hates it, too. But he gets left alone in his house in Victor's Village and no one much pays attention to him, and he likes that arrangement just fine.
Of course... he's going to have a neighbor now. He'd say that's interesting but he already knows it's doubtful that'll change much. And this particular trip home comes with so much more in the way of potential problems than any others. Shit he can neither speak to anyone about or even do anything about.
