[ This isn't the first time this has happened; in fact, the third time for him in as many weeks. That's only because he's been diligently trying to work out a pattern here, trying to parse through any and all details that might help to explain what's going on. Needless to say, for a man who's so used to cleverly figuring things out in the nick of time, the increasingly bizarre and enigmatic events surrounding their time here have been, well, frustrating to say the least. But! He is nothing if not tenacious and stubbornly optimistic; there are answers here, they'll find them.
So, while he already knows and is awaiting the act of being pulled into a stranger's home, he is surprised to find someone else in there tonight, and a familiar face at that. ]
I never could turn down an invitation to a party. Though, I've told them they'll want to reconsider the party theme. Bit morose for my liking.
[ An attempt at some levity, because, well, this whole situation is beyond comprehension and utterly bizarre. Also, quite unfortunate. He may not understand why they're upset and they seem to bounce back well enough when the lights come back on, but that doesn't make it less distressing that it's happening at all. ]
These poor creatures. [ Creatures, because - he's not quite sure what or who they are, and creature is all-encompassing. They're important, though, important to him, and that's all that matters.
He's a bit distracted now; these incidents are brief, and he's trying to capture every detail he can before the lights come back on and they'll need to leave the house. Though it's dark in the room and outside, his eyes adjust enough and he approaches the bed, kneeling down to eye level with the pair of them, studying them, watching their eyes, their expressions, as much as he can take in. He goes around to the other side of the bed carefully, lost in thought. ]
They were afraid, maybe. They needed someone, they came looking for help. They're not alone now. [ He reaches out, very lightly and tenderly pressing the palm of his hand to the back of the person's head, the person closest to him. It's a brief, soothing touch, just a reassurance that they, in fact, are not alone, and he utters the words barely above a whisper: ] You're not alone. Promise. We'll stay here 'til it's passed.
[ He looks up at Red now, a gentle smile on his face. ]
It's good to see you. Not quite the circumstances I would have imagined.
weeping strangers;
So, while he already knows and is awaiting the act of being pulled into a stranger's home, he is surprised to find someone else in there tonight, and a familiar face at that. ]
I never could turn down an invitation to a party. Though, I've told them they'll want to reconsider the party theme. Bit morose for my liking.
[ An attempt at some levity, because, well, this whole situation is beyond comprehension and utterly bizarre. Also, quite unfortunate. He may not understand why they're upset and they seem to bounce back well enough when the lights come back on, but that doesn't make it less distressing that it's happening at all. ]
These poor creatures. [ Creatures, because - he's not quite sure what or who they are, and creature is all-encompassing. They're important, though, important to him, and that's all that matters.
He's a bit distracted now; these incidents are brief, and he's trying to capture every detail he can before the lights come back on and they'll need to leave the house. Though it's dark in the room and outside, his eyes adjust enough and he approaches the bed, kneeling down to eye level with the pair of them, studying them, watching their eyes, their expressions, as much as he can take in. He goes around to the other side of the bed carefully, lost in thought. ]
They were afraid, maybe. They needed someone, they came looking for help. They're not alone now. [ He reaches out, very lightly and tenderly pressing the palm of his hand to the back of the person's head, the person closest to him. It's a brief, soothing touch, just a reassurance that they, in fact, are not alone, and he utters the words barely above a whisper: ] You're not alone. Promise. We'll stay here 'til it's passed.
[ He looks up at Red now, a gentle smile on his face. ]
It's good to see you. Not quite the circumstances I would have imagined.