Re: Theo | Roxanne
"I wasn't expecting anyone. I don't remember anyone coming to see me when I was sick or hurt before," or dying he thought too but didn't say. This is what people did though he thought as he looked around. It was what was normal, it just wasn't his normal. They came to see, to encourage, to help, to hope. It was all very foreign to him and he knew how very odd and wrong that was. Still it was what he knew. Surrounding himself with books came natural, it was a comfort. People, that was much harder and unknown to him.
Reaching for his cup of tea on the bedside table he took a few sips before placing it back in it's place. He shifted where he sat to turn toward Roxanne, watching her flick through the pages of maroon covered book she had taken to looking through. He sat silent for a few moment, just studying her face and committing it to memory. The silent nuances of expression, the light dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose and the warmth of her eyes.
"Anything that connects to the those birds. Anything at all, if even anecdotal. Something, anything to push us in the right direction," he said with a reassuring smile. "I'd even take a limerick at this point."