|Aidan J. Reilly (redclayheroics) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2012-02-16 23:40:00
|Entry tags:||:action, aidan reilly, helix wamtani|
[That was all he got before the transmission cut, two words and a tremble in the others voice. It's more than he's gotten in days though, the very sign he's been waiting for and so it's easy to break up camp. Silently he packs up what few things he'd brought with him to begin with, slings the backpack over a shoulder and leaves his temporary residence in the Shelter.
It's late. Cold, but he can't tell if it's the cold that numbs his steps or the dread that's been lurking in his heart. The uncertainty. Confusion. The days apart didn't do anything to clear his mind and that's why he's so quick to go back to Sector 5. To clear things up.
Steps heavy he makes his way up to the apartment. Contemplates knocking on the door, but in the end just slips in. Lets it slide shut behind him, before dropping the backpack to the floor. Small breath. Stretch of silence, and then he speaks up. ]