evening || "libby" + colin
This was definitely not going the way Colin expected. He'd wanted to come out, get a good look at everything and see if there was a possible way to fix any of the instruments he had out there. He hadn't expected the tree to... he didn't even know what to call it - possess him? Nor had he expected coworkers to pop up out of nowhere.
Colin noticed the way Libby had quietly deflected his question and turned it around on him, and he wondered why. "My thesis was on trees," he commented, voice rather dry. "Figured I'd take a look around at some of the more interesting things in the Preserve. Time must have flown by. Did you end up lost in your jogging?" he asked, waving a hand at her attire. "Didn't think the Preserve would be the best place to actually go running. Alone. At night."
He'd noticed that Libby had been acting rather oddly since the fire, and the night the tree went haywire, for lack of a better term. At first, he'd put it down to grief - someone had mentioned she'd been attached to a few of the people who passed away - but this was odd enough that it couldn't really be explained away as someone grieving.