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[dejah_thoris]

The weather had been less than suitable for a run earlier, so they'd opted for the gym instead.  She hated running on the treadmill, but with him, the time went quicker.  After a shower and a change, dinner was beginning to sound like a good idea. They made their way down the stairs to the main bar, Dejah chattering away as usual.

"I can't help but wonder how many days we have left before we can start building in earnest..  I love the planning part of a project, but once it gets to a certain point, I just want to put all the paper down and get my hands dirty."

She bumps her shoulder into his affectionately.  "And you still have to go over the last of those designs and pick the ones you like."


[plot-locked, thankee sai]

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[stilljustandrew]

Andrew follows Curtis's glance.

"And if he didn't, he'll probably come back in soon," he offers. Uncertainly.

[2goodarms]

"He won't."

Curtis sounds utterly sure of this. A second later, he shoves himself to his feet with all intent to head for the back door.

[dejah_thoris]

"Curtis, where are you going? Curtis!"

[2goodarms]

"Dejah, he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing out there, I have to -- "

(It doesn't occur to Curtis that he barely knows what the fuck he's doing, either.)

[dejah_thoris]

"Fine, we can go get him. But let's at least get a coat on. Can you wait that long at least?"

Try to be a part of the solution, Curtis. Not part of the problem.

[2goodarms]

Sadly, Curtis has a knack for being a part of the problem.

If he hadn't been, he never would have made it out of the Tail.

All he can do is shake his head. "Look," he manages at least, "I promise I'll be back soon," and then he's sprinting away; without hesitation, and barely without breaking stride, he rams open the back door with his shoulder.



The cold slams into him. He remembers the whistling drafts that pierced the train like bullets through seams in the metal; the broken windows at the front, after the firefight, that let in full-on gusts of air. This is worse. There's no way to avoid it, no shelter to take from the unrelenting wind.

Is this what he sentenced Yona and Timmy to suffer?

Is this how the rest of the world died?

Curtis shakes it off, and plunges into the snow.