Ragnar made a face, something close to an annoyed sneer. He knew Athelstan was right and that was the worst part, that he couldn't change anything. That he just knows he'll do it and there's nothing he can do to stop it or mend it and his children obviously hate him for it and... he deserved it.
He watched Athelstan like a hawk, watched him get his jacket, his eyes burning a hole in the back of his head as he walked away, but he didn't ask where he was going, too proud at the moment to want to sound desperate. And he would. He didn't want Athelstan to leave, but it was probably better for them both to get some space.
He'd find Ragnar bathed and passed out, cradling the bottle, in the spare bedroom when he returned.
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Date: 2018-01-21 09:10 am (UTC)He watched Athelstan like a hawk, watched him get his jacket, his eyes burning a hole in the back of his head as he walked away, but he didn't ask where he was going, too proud at the moment to want to sound desperate. And he would. He didn't want Athelstan to leave, but it was probably better for them both to get some space.
He'd find Ragnar bathed and passed out, cradling the bottle, in the spare bedroom when he returned.