He's not sure he's ever had so much happen in one week. Neil, the twins, this, and he's been here for two years. Two fucking years. And there's still more to say than he can even get his brain around
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As Mike approaches, Florence gently prods the fire with a stick she's found and it sparks brighter and higher before she looks up to see him. When he sits, she isn't surprised and when she asks his question, she huffs out a soft laugh.
Is she settling in okay? It's a strange question, all things considered, one she doesn't completely understand, because she isn't sure what it means to 'settle in' here. She shrugs, though, then nods as she glances over at him.
There are still things left for him to explain. She can feel that much.
"Yeah, I know that's a stupid fucking question," he says, and rubs the back of his neck, laughing slightly. "My first week here... I freaked out, ran off to the other side of the island. There's dinosaurs there," he adds as an aside, conversationally. "Was gone for days. Almost died. You'd've killed me." He's still got the scar from those days on his stomach, a long, thin, white line. Not much, considering that the thing had tried to spill his guts out.
As he speaks, her eyes roll slightly and she looks over at Mike, giving him a look she's sure he's expecting to see when he admits all this to her. At least he knows she would have killed him herself and her eyebrows lift as she nods.
Dinosaurs, though. That's both impossible and fascinating.
It's still difficult for her to accept that he's been here for two years, especially when she's only just seen him. She isn't sure how to tell him that, though, she wonders if he even knows about that, about losing his leg a second time.
"I didn't die," he says, not quite by way of defense. "Anyway, you handle shit better than me. You'll be fine. It's just... an adjustment." He pauses, looking into the fire with his hands clasped in front of him, wondering exactly what this is going to do to how she thinks of him.
She knows he's queer. She knows, he's pretty sure, how he feels about Tom, or how he felt back in the bad old days. But that's nothing to the tangled, wonderful thing he's gotten himself into now.
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Is she settling in okay? It's a strange question, all things considered, one she doesn't completely understand, because she isn't sure what it means to 'settle in' here. She shrugs, though, then nods as she glances over at him.
There are still things left for him to explain. She can feel that much.
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Dinosaurs, though. That's both impossible and fascinating.
It's still difficult for her to accept that he's been here for two years, especially when she's only just seen him. She isn't sure how to tell him that, though, she wonders if he even knows about that, about losing his leg a second time.
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She knows he's queer. She knows, he's pretty sure, how he feels about Tom, or how he felt back in the bad old days. But that's nothing to the tangled, wonderful thing he's gotten himself into now.
"I gotta explain some stuff," he says slowly.
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