Who: Scotty & Felix (& maybe Lucy later) When: Around noon Where: Basement arcade!
Scotty didn't really have experience with mourning. Both of his grandmothers had died while he was in middle school, and his grandfathers before he was born. He knew there were stages of grief, but he didn't really remember what they were. He didn't know how long they took. He didn't know if people would look at him funny if he tried to leave his room and do something normal. It wasn't that he wasn't still angry, or hurting, but he needed to find a reason to get out of his room, or else he was sure that he'd just get worse.
Hanging out in the basement with Felix wasn't how he expected to get out of his room to talk to people, but as far as things to get out of his room for, arcade games sounded pretty fucking great. He liked that there was Whack-a-Mole. He liked that he could beat the shit out of something and be competitive in a socially acceptable way.
He just hadn't figured out how he felt about hanging out with Felix.
There hadn't been anything wrong with Felix before. As far as the original group, Scotty was pretty okay with the people who showed up around the same time that he had. He thought Felix seemed pretty cool, and he appreciated the guy's sense of humor on the network. Still, he had no idea what kind of relationship he'd had with his dad. Felix wasn't in any of the photos that he'd seen, but that didn't mean much of anything. This could still turn into Felix trying to tell him how shitty of a person his dad was, apparently.
If it did, Scotty couldn't promise that Whack-a-Mole wouldn't just turn into injuring Felix with a padded mallet.
He was trying to stay positive as he headed down to the elevator. He'd brought along a box of tissues, both for his own runny nose and Felix's apparently congested face. He wasn't sure yet if this cold that he had acquired would do more to make him want to run back to his room or not. He raised the box to silently greet Felix, like talking out loud would send Chase or Kiley or Kate running around the corner to talk to him about his dad again.