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Heaven For The Weather, Hell For The Company [Tuesday of Week 9]
[Things aren't better. Things are very much not-better, but he's been doing what he can to make them more manageable. He's avoided most people and he's lurked in dark corners to hide himself away. He sticks close with one person he's sworn to protect though and it's for that reason this late in the evening he's coming back from sneaking into the cafeteria with what is clearly enough food for two people.
He had timed it perfectly. He timed it to avoid everyone else.
But that doesn't stop the slide of a door and footsteps coming toward him. He looks up, pinpointing the sound as coming from the unit of Jason and Jack and he lifts an eyebrow as he stops to wait. He's valued this week. He's unafraid. And soon out of the shadows steps Elizabeth...and a broad smirk crosses his lips. It doesn't quite meet his eyes and it twitches more to one side than the other, but he tries.]
Question for you. Did they have condoms in 1912?
[It's much, much better than starting off in the most depressing state of mind right away. A joke, he thinks, to send her away and think he's disgusting. And then he can hide away as planned.]
He had timed it perfectly. He timed it to avoid everyone else.
But that doesn't stop the slide of a door and footsteps coming toward him. He looks up, pinpointing the sound as coming from the unit of Jason and Jack and he lifts an eyebrow as he stops to wait. He's valued this week. He's unafraid. And soon out of the shadows steps Elizabeth...and a broad smirk crosses his lips. It doesn't quite meet his eyes and it twitches more to one side than the other, but he tries.]
Question for you. Did they have condoms in 1912?
[It's much, much better than starting off in the most depressing state of mind right away. A joke, he thinks, to send her away and think he's disgusting. And then he can hide away as planned.]
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I never said anything about not moving forward. Things have changed, Elizabeth. I don't have a choice in the manner seeing how I don't like the idea of dying by somebody else's hands. My own death was my own choice. What would change?
[But he frowns lightly.] ...besides. I have a lot of people that I want to see get out of here. Can't do that if I die twice.