Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"In a sense."
Aiden handed the tea mug over to her and looked down at his own, thinking. She probably didn't know about everything so clearly, right? Or else she wouldn't be asking. One of the lucky (or was it unlucky?) ones to have gotten here in the last two months or so. Missing the transformations was both a blessing and a curse, now that another one had hit. So how did he explain this to her? And how did he broach the topic of the question he had, settled neatly in the side of his mind, insistent and potentially wrong?
But how often did people send notes like that?
"I still don't know how this building works," he finally said, looking up at her again. "But apparently it does want us to know each other. By which I suppose we should actually know each other's names, so ... I'm Aiden Shepard. Not sure if we've met." He prodded the tea bags again, trying to get them to finish up. That was the problem with tea. It took time to make. He never had this kind of problem with a six pack of Pepsi.