Regan nodded in understanding. “I can see why you avoid it then,” he answered with a easy smile. “Can’t really give parenting advice here, and my timing on things sucks, so I’ll just say you probably came exactly when you were supposed to,” he wasn’t going to let this conversation turn into another round of kicking himself over showing up too late to save Soli. “Pleasantly occupied, huh?” This was his attempt at changing the subject, though he had a feeling Toby would see right through it.
Mention of the daycare only reminded Regan that he still hadn’t spoken with Kori. She was practically family to him, which made the whole avoidance thing that much worse. He resolved to get his act together, to actually speak with her. “At least you’ve got a place the girls can go while you deal with this,” he remarked. “Which is another one of those luxuries that this place provides.”
It was hard not to frown, mostly because children should have to deal with this at all. “Messages like that would make grown adults uncomfortable, so I don’t think anyone can blame them for being shaken,” Regan huffed out a sigh when Toby made the comment about how this person kept getting personal information. “Honestly I just keep coming back to how they must have access to files, that’s the only logical answer.” And there had to be a logical answer, right? With a smile, albeit a tight one, he nodded. “Pretty much, but I don’t think that’s isolated to just this place.” Because he had seen just as much chaos and such at other safe houses while he had been searching for Soli. “Nah, I get that, you want to wipe it away and not just cover it up.”
Taking the cleaning supplies from Toby when the other man handed them over, Regan nodded. “Yeah, some nonsense about how this party coming up would have been bigger if ‘he had died’,” his distaste for the message was obvious in his tone. “Clearly they’ve lost most of their humanity or something, I mean that’s the only way they can possibly be living with themselves right now.” A normal person couldn’t go around pulling this stuff and act like it was all-normal, could they? “Have to agree with you there, some of them truly are.”
They were all alive and had a hell of a lot more than most, yet some people weren’t happy no matter the situation. Clearly their spray painter was one of those people.