Mess Hall, Saturday Morning; Jason and OTA
Things were finally settling down. And by "settling down" it really just meant that Jason wasn't getting the constant feeling that everybody in town wanted to lynch him. Just half of them. And a few people had even been civil to him. Cool but civil. All in all, not what he'd hoped for but it was progress and that was better than nothing.
He'd spent the first couple weeks mostly hiding at home when not off work but he'd forced himself to stop that. Meals were taken in the mess hall, errands were run as quickly as possible, and any down time besides that was still spent at home.
He sat at his usual table in the corner, staring down into his coffee.