[for Marissa]
He was officially really fucking sick of the cold, and wishing he hadn't foregone that jacket.
He was also officially sick of...whatever the hell had him jogging out of the compound after his girlfriend--he just wasn't sure what that was yet. Alcohol, exes, holidays? He'd only miss one of the three if he had to blame them all. Maybe he should blame parties in general, because if it had just been a few people, he might've noticed her leaving when she did it instead of when the countdown started and he couldn't find her. He knew it was sheer luck that he'd bumped into someone who'd seen her leave, but it would probably take a lot more of that luck to find her outside. It had started to snow again, and there were so many sets of footprints churning up the snow on the ground, he wouldn't be able to follow any to her.
Not that it had to be such a big deal. He really didn't know why she'd left, maybe it was nothing. Maybe she'd just gone home. Either way, he had to calm down if he was going to find her, and assuming the best made it easier to act like it was the worst, in a roundabout way. Shielding his eyes against the flurries of snow with his hand, he held out the other, knowing this side of the building faced south and east, and that his own hut was south and a bit west, and hers was almost directly south. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing you needed a map for, but in the dark, with the new landscape, he felt a bit better figuring it out before he trekked off into the snow. He could only hope she was going the right way, because if she wasn't, it didn't matter how well he navigated through this shit.
It was probably stupid to be this worried, he knew, the hopeful part of him annoyed to be out looking for her right now, but his gut was telling him it couldn't hurt to make sure.
He was also officially sick of...whatever the hell had him jogging out of the compound after his girlfriend--he just wasn't sure what that was yet. Alcohol, exes, holidays? He'd only miss one of the three if he had to blame them all. Maybe he should blame parties in general, because if it had just been a few people, he might've noticed her leaving when she did it instead of when the countdown started and he couldn't find her. He knew it was sheer luck that he'd bumped into someone who'd seen her leave, but it would probably take a lot more of that luck to find her outside. It had started to snow again, and there were so many sets of footprints churning up the snow on the ground, he wouldn't be able to follow any to her.
Not that it had to be such a big deal. He really didn't know why she'd left, maybe it was nothing. Maybe she'd just gone home. Either way, he had to calm down if he was going to find her, and assuming the best made it easier to act like it was the worst, in a roundabout way. Shielding his eyes against the flurries of snow with his hand, he held out the other, knowing this side of the building faced south and east, and that his own hut was south and a bit west, and hers was almost directly south. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing you needed a map for, but in the dark, with the new landscape, he felt a bit better figuring it out before he trekked off into the snow. He could only hope she was going the right way, because if she wasn't, it didn't matter how well he navigated through this shit.
It was probably stupid to be this worried, he knew, the hopeful part of him annoyed to be out looking for her right now, but his gut was telling him it couldn't hurt to make sure.