She may be forgiven, fleetingly, for mistaking Hector for a man of the world. After all, there are moments when he frightens himself with short-lived, accidental utility. But then he's shaking his own head, accepting the pin back — and, to his shame, the waterskin — before murmuring: )
I wouldn't stoke my hopes for stimulating conversation.
( And then he's wilting back in the hay, broad back worn and seeping out the tensions of the past... twenty-five minutes of awareness. An exhaustive thing, to be abducted in a demented new world, but not the worst of Hector's detainments to date. His boots are still firmly in place. )
no subject
( Oh. Oh. That's the game, then, is it?
She may be forgiven, fleetingly, for mistaking Hector for a man of the world. After all, there are moments when he frightens himself with short-lived, accidental utility. But then he's shaking his own head, accepting the pin back — and, to his shame, the waterskin — before murmuring: )
I wouldn't stoke my hopes for stimulating conversation.
( And then he's wilting back in the hay, broad back worn and seeping out the tensions of the past... twenty-five minutes of awareness. An exhaustive thing, to be abducted in a demented new world, but not the worst of Hector's detainments to date. His boots are still firmly in place. )
Sit down. Don't waste your breath. I can't help.