[log] In the creaking darkness [closed?]

[ecks]

Characters: Ecks and Wilson
Location Building 124 (split tunnels entrance)
Date: Day 136
Summary: A meeting of the House Toleraters Club
Warnings: People with bad taste in friends

124: This house, covered in snow, is dark and cold, but better than outside. The snow presses in on the windows and makes the roof creak and groan whenever it shifts, but it seems to be holding up alright. It's a standard, single-story house with a living room, single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and dining room. The house is sparsely furnished, unfortunately with mostly metal There's a back door leading off into darkness, but it isn't locked.

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[oh_negative]

Wilson picks up on Ecks' apprehension, her backtracking. His heart sinks. He shouldn't have said anything. "It's okay," he says with as comforting a tone as possible (which is pretty comforting; he's James Wilson, after all). "I'm in no position to judge. I don't know how things work where you're from."

He pauses. Was that the right thing to say? He's not sure. He's not sure about anything lately.

"We don't have to talk about it if you're uncomfortable."

[ecks]

It is not really okay, though. She knows that it is not okay to murder people and perform medical experiments on them, because she knows she would not want those things done to her.

She is uncomfortable, though. Best not reveal anything else.

"I am tired," she lies. She has done nothing but rest. "I would prefer to sleep now."

[oh_negative]

"Oh. Okay." Her sudden disengagement catches him by surprise. He hopes it's not because of anything he said, but he can't shake the feeling that it is.

"All right. Goodnight, Ecks."

He settles in to browse his tablet for awhile before turning in himself.

[ecks]

It is not so much the things he's said as the things she has said. Ecks does not know how to navigate this conversation without telling him things she does not want anyone to know, let alone a stranger -- and so she will simply not.

"Goodnight," she says, glad for the darkness. It will be easier to pretend that she is asleep this way.