Slipping his hands into Jim's was always an easy task. He trusted the man with anything and everything in his life. And letting him pull him to his feet was as easy as breathing. But then he got to see the room again and the mess he made and he had to reach up and pinch the bridge of his nose as he fought back that feeling of self-reproach. The room smelled like whiskey and that could only be blamed on him.
A look of surprise flickered in his gaze as Jim offered him a cloth like that. He took it. Silently wiped his face off then tossed it on his desk. Bending down he picked up the fractured PADD and set it on the surface flicking it off. Without a word he moved to find items to clean up the mess. Get the glass up. Get the alcohol smell mostly to go away. He refused to leave the room with it like this. One of the staff might walk in on it. And what would he tell his remaining staff still alive? That he'd finally lost it and made a mess?
Shaking his head at himself, he didn't ask Jim to help or wait. Just went about pushing the glass into one spot carefully full aware that liquor was seeping into his sleeves at times as he got it up and through it away. Only when the glass was completely removed did he try to get the alcohol up. Lines marred the smooth skin of his brow and formed more lines at the corners of his eyes while he tried to get everything up and away. The mindless task at the very least, distracted him from his thoughts with something menial and task oriented. It would be easier to go outside of the room when it was done.
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A look of surprise flickered in his gaze as Jim offered him a cloth like that. He took it. Silently wiped his face off then tossed it on his desk. Bending down he picked up the fractured PADD and set it on the surface flicking it off. Without a word he moved to find items to clean up the mess. Get the glass up. Get the alcohol smell mostly to go away. He refused to leave the room with it like this. One of the staff might walk in on it. And what would he tell his remaining staff still alive? That he'd finally lost it and made a mess?
Shaking his head at himself, he didn't ask Jim to help or wait. Just went about pushing the glass into one spot carefully full aware that liquor was seeping into his sleeves at times as he got it up and through it away. Only when the glass was completely removed did he try to get the alcohol up. Lines marred the smooth skin of his brow and formed more lines at the corners of his eyes while he tried to get everything up and away. The mindless task at the very least, distracted him from his thoughts with something menial and task oriented. It would be easier to go outside of the room when it was done.