Losing track of the days
Walter left the apartment yesterday evening, while Dan was at work. This is the first time he's been back since. He held up in a closed subway station near Arkham, after a long rough night when he wasn't sure he'd be able to make it home. He stitched himself up and slept on his coat. If he died there, at least it wouldn't link his activities to Daniel or burden him. When he wakes up, still alive and only a little dizzy, he makes his way home. At least it's dark. He climbs the fire escape and lets himself in through the kitchen window.
It's March twenty-first. His birthday. He didn't even know it was so close until he sees the owl calendar pinned up on the cabinet. The day is indicated as 'special' with the colored marker circling it. He makes a rough sound in his throat that might be a laugh and starts rummaging through the fridge. He's starving. He won't wake Dan if he can help it. Just have something to eat, clean his wounds, and get some sleep on a soft surface.
It's March twenty-first. His birthday. He didn't even know it was so close until he sees the owl calendar pinned up on the cabinet. The day is indicated as 'special' with the colored marker circling it. He makes a rough sound in his throat that might be a laugh and starts rummaging through the fridge. He's starving. He won't wake Dan if he can help it. Just have something to eat, clean his wounds, and get some sleep on a soft surface.