Holding Julie’s hand, even in the dark, does things to R he doesn’t understand. He knows it’s hand against hand, flesh against flesh, close enough to be aware of her blood vessels doing their thing and his…not doing theirs. He gets it. But there’s something else, something that makes R feel lighter, like his spine isn’t crooked from years (decades?) of hunching over, like he could lift her in his arms and shuffle right through every single Tribute gunning for her without even losing a single body part.
It makes him think miracles can happen.
He's still off in his own little daydream, not doing a very good job “watching it”, when he registers Julie speaking again. Sheepishly R snaps back to attention. She knows he has a habit of drifting off and that’s decent of her to be willing to work around that. It’s not decent to go wandering off in his head when she can get ambushed any second if he doesn’t keep it together. R slaps that daydream away, tries his best to forget about feeling that Something, and focus on the now.
“Will…do…” R groans.
He isn’t sure how long they travel in the dark. Not hours, probably. R shambles along, shoes scuffling despite his best attempts to keep quiet. Julie breathes behind him, loud, almost as loud as her heartbeat. Is just him, zeroing in on her being Living? Is he imagining it? R can’t begin to tell the two apart at this point. His head hangs down, eyes forward as he trudges along with Julie. They reach another fork, R veering toward the right one as if something pulls at him. The service tunnel widens into a set of train-tracks, R pausing as he glances around like a dead kid looking both ways before crossing the street, his head flopping first one way and then the other. Maybe he used to be paranoid before he died. Didn’t seem like it helped him in the end.
Peering down the tracks, he can see that one way is blocked by a lot of debris, more scummy water trickling down. The other way looks more or less clear. If they follow the tracks…
R likes what he sees. “Maybe…train here. Shelter.”
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It makes him think miracles can happen.
He's still off in his own little daydream, not doing a very good job “watching it”, when he registers Julie speaking again. Sheepishly R snaps back to attention. She knows he has a habit of drifting off and that’s decent of her to be willing to work around that. It’s not decent to go wandering off in his head when she can get ambushed any second if he doesn’t keep it together. R slaps that daydream away, tries his best to forget about feeling that Something, and focus on the now.
“Will…do…” R groans.
He isn’t sure how long they travel in the dark. Not hours, probably. R shambles along, shoes scuffling despite his best attempts to keep quiet. Julie breathes behind him, loud, almost as loud as her heartbeat. Is just him, zeroing in on her being Living? Is he imagining it? R can’t begin to tell the two apart at this point. His head hangs down, eyes forward as he trudges along with Julie. They reach another fork, R veering toward the right one as if something pulls at him. The service tunnel widens into a set of train-tracks, R pausing as he glances around like a dead kid looking both ways before crossing the street, his head flopping first one way and then the other. Maybe he used to be paranoid before he died. Didn’t seem like it helped him in the end.
Peering down the tracks, he can see that one way is blocked by a lot of debris, more scummy water trickling down. The other way looks more or less clear. If they follow the tracks…
R likes what he sees. “Maybe…train here. Shelter.”