Dale Cooper (FBI) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
damnfinecup) wrote2007-04-02 03:35 pm
damnfinecup) wrote2007-04-02 03:35 pm
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Dale was fairly certain he was going to survive the weekend, but only because he had survived more difficult things in the past and knew himself to be a strong and resilient man. Everything was just not going the way it should have been in his life right now, and he didn't know whether to be bothered by that or whether to be glad that even on a strange and remote island like this one, life just happened, surprises and all.
It was both a disappointment and a relief that Joe had decided to try living at home again, and Dale certainly didn't have to think too hard to know why it was each of those things. At least it meant he didn't have to worry about where, and how, he slept, even if that sleep was still going to be a troubled one.
With that lonely thought in his head, Dale stripped down to his boxer shorts and contemplated getting into the empty bed.
It was both a disappointment and a relief that Joe had decided to try living at home again, and Dale certainly didn't have to think too hard to know why it was each of those things. At least it meant he didn't have to worry about where, and how, he slept, even if that sleep was still going to be a troubled one.
With that lonely thought in his head, Dale stripped down to his boxer shorts and contemplated getting into the empty bed.