[He's finally pried himself away from Tig's bedside, mostly to stop overcrowding the guy, and, partly, because of what he saw in his Warden's eyes.
That... wasn't normal. And he needed some time to assimilate that.
So, he's out in the Common Room on the third level, with a few old bike magazines from his room, flipping through them, a foot propped up on the coffee table.
Of course, he's more pre-occupied with his thoughts than the scantily clad women draped over vintage Triumphs.]
Spam; A few days later after Allison's return.
That... wasn't normal. And he needed some time to assimilate that.
So, he's out in the Common Room on the third level, with a few old bike magazines from his room, flipping through them, a foot propped up on the coffee table.
Of course, he's more pre-occupied with his thoughts than the scantily clad women draped over vintage Triumphs.]