The simple fact is, Rhys has lived his life dealing with monsters like Hannibal, and the revelation that a human can be a monster too is nothing new to him. Not when, as an empath, he's looked in the eyes of killers of all stripes and seen right now into the hollow. In a strange way, anything that makes this world more like his makes him a little more comfortable, no matter how terrible, just because it's something he knows.
Which is just more proof of what a mess the guy is, but at least when it comes to horrible things, he's skilled at dealing with them. Give him a serial killer or a shapeshifting lizard monster any day over the crushing emptiness of depression.
"Yeah, whatever lets us scrape out another day, right?" He rolls his shoulders. "I've started drawing again. Arts and crafts. Anything to keep my hands busy for a couple hours at night."
Hey, there's a lot of time to be wasted between lockdown and release, and everyone needs a hobby. Considering how trivial Rhys's hobbies are, racing cars? Totally legit.
"I used to know how to build racers out of rubber bands, dowels, and coffee cans," Rhys offers with a half-grin. "But if I can find some hot wheels, I'm definitely in. 68 Mustang, maybe." Even though he's not actually a car guy, he knows which ones he finds pretty.
And it does make him feel better, strangely. Even if it's silly. Even if it never actually happens. He's a grown man and he should be beyond petty jealousy, but finding a place here in Norfinbury has been hard, especially with his powers gone and his place as a healer less valuable with real doctors around.
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Which is just more proof of what a mess the guy is, but at least when it comes to horrible things, he's skilled at dealing with them. Give him a serial killer or a shapeshifting lizard monster any day over the crushing emptiness of depression.
"Yeah, whatever lets us scrape out another day, right?" He rolls his shoulders. "I've started drawing again. Arts and crafts. Anything to keep my hands busy for a couple hours at night."
Hey, there's a lot of time to be wasted between lockdown and release, and everyone needs a hobby. Considering how trivial Rhys's hobbies are, racing cars? Totally legit.
"I used to know how to build racers out of rubber bands, dowels, and coffee cans," Rhys offers with a half-grin. "But if I can find some hot wheels, I'm definitely in. 68 Mustang, maybe." Even though he's not actually a car guy, he knows which ones he finds pretty.
And it does make him feel better, strangely. Even if it's silly. Even if it never actually happens. He's a grown man and he should be beyond petty jealousy, but finding a place here in Norfinbury has been hard, especially with his powers gone and his place as a healer less valuable with real doctors around.
Anything helps. Even the small, silly things.