I think I used to have a purpose. (closed)

[spacesharks]

Who| Kyle Rayner (spacesharks) & Rich Rider (iamresponding)
What| Reality checks are unpleasant.
Where| Mess hall.
When| Before the current plots, in the evening.
Warnings/Notes| N/A, will update as necessary because being space cops is suffering.

Honestly, he felt like he had no right to complain. For the most part, his time here in the distant space future had been pretty kind to him—much kinder than things at home had been in (what used to be) recent months. And he liked the people here, he really did, but... Well, it just wasn't the same.

On the counter was a notebook (one of the many borrowed from his biome over on the habitat deck), sitting open on a blank page. Art was his go-to for a lot of things, but it felt like— it felt like he almost had too much time to work on art here. Compared to months of barely even having time to pick up a pencil at all, he almost didn't know what to do with himself here sometimes. Maybe he was all drawn out. But the fact was, he still needed a distraction.

So instead, he was just having a drink. He knew it probably wasn't going to do much, but it was familiar, and hey, it was the thought that counted, right? He just felt restless. Thinking about the things they were going back to, thinking about the things he still had to face here, feeling like maybe (probably, definitely) the wrong Lantern was sent home—

Yeah, no. He just needed to do something else. Anything else.