Who: Virgil and Clark What: talking and pie When: Afternoon, September 16th Where: Bradbury Building, kitchen Warnings: probably none
Virgil had been quiet most of the week. Which could never mean good things. He was out of his room more at least, but he hadn't been feeling very social. If someone tried, he shut down and went off on patrol. Or away to his room. Refused to talk about whatever it was on his mind until it finally broke him down. Bruce said Damien was just trying to get to him..it was probably true, knowing how gray he was.
He didn't know how to deal with it. Clark always seemed to know who to talk to, how to trust people. Maybe it would help. He was sitting in the kitchen waiting. His chin resting on his arm and his eyes half closed. He didn't get much sleep the night before thanks to Damien..he'd tried to talk about other things with Bart, but it didn't work. Somehow the creep still was the last thing on his mind.
There were headphones in his ears, earbuds attached to an ipod he'd bought the other day. A blue one. It was either that, or he played his music over the loud speakers for all to enjoy. He knew how much Clark just loved his music..