Re: log: adrian/wren - adrian's house
Nothing about those stories sounded terribly suspicious, aside from a strange man giving him a bath, which could go in either direction. "How did you meet Archie?" he asked.
"Well, just so you know," he said, "if you ever need extra clothes, I've got extras lying around I'm not using. A friend of mine gave me some new clothes too, about a year ago. I never got rid of the old stuff, so it's still hanging around." When Cat had replaced his wardrobe, most of the old stuff had gone into boxes. He was relatively confident it was in the attic somewhere.
Truth be told, he would have liked to buy Wren a fresh wardrobe in kind, but that would take some working up to. He smiled when Wren blushed and wiggled at the compliment.
The water was boiling, so he slid the pasta into the pot, setting the timer on the stove with a few quick beeps. "No, no," he said, waving a hand. "Nothing like that. I just didn't feel very good for a little while, that's all." It was weirdly touching that Wren was worried about him. "It wasn't really like a sound you could hear. It was more like a feeling that something wasn't right. Technically, an infrasound is outside the range of human hearing, but your brain is aware of its existence." He paused. "Anyway, it sounds like maybe it didn't hit you, which is good news." Being outside town, he'd probably escaped the worst of it. Good.