Everyone seemed to be fighting quicksand emotionally. The numbers kept dwindling by the day the longer Preston had been here. Supers, handlers... death, disappearances. Things... definitely weren't right. He barely even saw the use in making any connections with anyone else. There was no point when they'd wind up in the morgue or just... gone n a few days time. Every mission ended with a roll call of the fallen and forgotten.
But the daily trips to the weight room and Inferno got boring. Routine. He needed to not feel so automatic so it was time to break routine. Preston wandered the halls, looking to make contact with anyone. Even if that person would vanish in a few days time, it didn't matter. He just needed... someone. Rounding the corner, he spotted a guy waiting by a door.