Regan Jones (loyaltyinspades) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-02-04 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2013 [02] february, laura, regan |
WHO: Regan & Laura
WHAT: After the week everyone has had Regan decides a sugary pick-me-up is needed.
WHERE: The Cafeteria
WHEN: February 4th, 2020; Afternoon
RATING: Medium, maybe.
CHALLENGE: Greed vs. Charity
If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Regan was starting to understand that now, having spent a longer period of time at Sing Sing than he had in the entire time they’d been living within the walls. Just when he felt like he had a grasp on what the hell was going on, they’re thrown another curveball – this one in the form of David Zimmerman, back from the dead. As much as he hated that hot flash of jealous he felt at the thought, he couldn’t get rid of it. How many times had he wished that Soli wasn’t dead? A trillion by this point. So yeah, he was jealous that well David had clearly come back from the dead, there wasn’t a chance in hell is wife would. He’d never get back what he had lost. Regan hated himself for the jealousy he felt, however mild it was. He should be happy that David’s friends and family didn’t have to live with the deep loss that he felt – but he was only human, right? A human who was suffering a massive loss of his own. Maybe Sol isn’t dead…. That thought sprang up unwanted, and Regan made a gruff noise in response to it. Shaking his head and sighing, because as much as he wanted to think his wife might be out there, he knew she wasn’t. His in-laws had watched her turn, had been there the moment that infection took her. She wasn’t coming back, not now, not ever. It wasn’t just his own feelings he was pondering as he wandered the grounds, finishing up that last of his patrol. No, he was also thinking about what the compound would do in response to this event. As much as he hated the idea, it was clear they were going to retaliate. But what exactly that was going to look like he didn’t know, and that was weighing on his mind as well. Before he even knew where his feet had taken him, he was walking through the doors to the cafeteria and over to the kitchen. Catching sight of Laura moving around from place to place in the kitchen, Regan forced what little bit of a smile he could. “Hey,” he leaned his elbows on the counter of the serving window. “Have anything back there that’s packed with sugar and probably terrible for me?” |