Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
"Living somewhere doesn't fulfill that requirement?" he asked, leaning back in his chair comfortably, all appearances that of being completely unthinking in this conversation, unworried, at ease. "Who else lives on our floor?" he asked, a curious thing. Nothing more.
He circled back to the comment about her being herself, and he shook his head with deliberate slowness.
"There was a point, somewhere, who knows how far back, when you were trusting."