Considered doing a Christmas special for ironic purposes, but I’d only be hurting myself. (previous)
Mitchell paused for a few seconds. He tried thinking it over, but his mind wandered quickly. ‘Sure, door should be open.’
‘Hey.’ A sheepish smile on Andrea’s face as she walked in and carefully closed the door behind her. ‘How you feeling?’ She sat down at the edge of the bed, avoided looking at Mitchell.
He didn’t know. He didn’t know how he was feeling. There was nothing for him that made sense, nothing to hold on to. His thoughts went back to the surface he saw. A desolate landscape, barren of life, toxic to that which tried to inhabit it. He didn’t know what to think of it. He didn’t know.
She had turned to look at him. ‘Mitch?’ Apparently he had zoned out for a good amount of time.
‘Oh.’ He rubbed his leg. Everything felt sore. ‘Sorry.’
Still without an answer to her question, Andrea decided to fill the silence with some casual talk. ‘I saw Roy carrying around his sword earlier today.’ She forced a soft giggle. ‘Stubborn idiot he is. What’s he gonna do, wield it in one hand?’
Without any response the conversation quickly fell flat again. Mitchell wasn’t fully there, and he didn’t really have anything to say.
‘Well, I’m gonna drop by the Bastion, give ’em the lowdown.’ Andrea started. ‘Anything you want me to tell Warren?’
‘Nah,’ he grunted. A fairly swift reaction, considering. ‘I’ll come with, hang on.’
This post was 6 hours in the making. 4 hours getting distracted, 2 hours slow-ass writing. And we only get two tiny paragraphs! Pff. (next)