the curious happenstance of pedro pascal and din djarin [The Mandalorian]

Sense of normality.

The dog-sitter isn't anyone in particular, imagine them however you like :)

18th Feb 2020

Din didn't sleep.

At all.

He'd be lying if he said he even tried.

Perhaps it was the change in scenery, or just the stress getting to him, but despite how exhausted he felt, he didn't sleep.

He scrolled through Wikipedia on his phone. Tried to find something he could spend the next few hours reading until it was time to get up for breakfast. Every time he checked the clock, another half-hour had passed, so he figured, he just needed to do that eight more times, and then he could drag himself out of bed.

It was four in the morning. He and Pedro ate breakfast at eight, and then Pedro would leave for work at eight-thirty. That had been the schedule for the past two months. Din wanted to believe that, maybe, the schedule wouldn't be disrupted because of the move, but... he could only hope, really.

The amount of time that he spent by himself, all alone, was astounding. Pedro was always at work, and the only times he was home were during mealtimes or over the weekend. And sometimes he even worked on weekends as well.

And then there were days where Din didn't see Pedro at all until the next morning. "Jon needed me for something," he would say. Or, "Sorry I'm late, the traffic was shit."

Din wouldn't mind at all if it wasn't so boring. And lonely.

He hoped that the new environment would at least provide some distraction - it was multiple stories high, for one thing. Din's room was on the second floor, and he had a decent view from the window, and the occasional pleasant breeze that made the curtains flutter.

The window, at least, was a nice change. The room he occupied in Pedro's apartment didn't have windows, so he always woke up to absolute darkness... which was a major problem when he wanted to wake up at a specific time. He didn't want another repeat of the day where he slept till 3pm. It felt like he'd entered an alternate reality. Which was... funny.

He knew that if he stayed up any later, he'd only pass out in the middle of the day. But he didn't want to sleep. Something was itching at the back of his mind, he just... needed to work up the courage to act on it.

The phone screen was the only thing illuminating the room. He scrolled through words he wasn't even sure he was processing correctly. Truthfully, he wasn't even sure what page he landed himself on. Something about a revolution? He had no idea.

Every so often, he would pause. Stop to think. He'd move his thumb to the search bar, but then retract it, sighing deeply to himself.

He wanted to. He wanted to know, needed to. But something in him pushed back. His intuition hated it, but also feared it was fighting a losing battle.

But it clawed at him, at his brain. It's not like he was going to sleep anyway, so what would he have to lose, really?

His sanity, probably.

Another hour passed. It was five in the morning. A hint of sunlight was beginning to filter through the curtains. Din's eyes were droopy and he felt, frankly, quite dead. But he was determined to stay up. He didn't want to sleep. He refused to.

So, he relented. He tapped on the search bar and typed the only thing that he knew could wake him up.

the child - the mandalorian.

He didn't even have time to regret his decision as the page loaded instantly; and if he had been standing, he would've fallen over. There were images of the child, his child, just sitting there. On the internet.