regan frost. (contemnere) wrote in ofourowndevice, |
People like the two of them didn't care what people thought of how they looked, just how discreet they were about said thoughts, Regan could tell that much in the few minutes they'd spent in close proximity to one another. Regan had long since given up caring what people thought of him, period, and he'd instead resorted to only caring about himself, about his own thoughts and feelings on any particular subject at any given moment in time. It was better that way, simpler and more satisfying.
He had already been planning to head downstairs -- albeit with the intention of finding himself some breakfast and not a liquid one like the woman he casually trailed behind on their way to the elevator -- so he didn't waste much time in following her. "Coming up on ten years," he said without a single moment of hesitation. Better she learn early on that it could be that long, that she might very well never leave. Regan had seen plenty of people come and go, people who had overcome whatever issues had brought them here in the first place so that they could return to their lives more fulfilled and bettered in whatever ways apparently mattered so much to everyone around here. "That's nothing." Maybe it wouldn't see that way to her but after a while time lost all meaning, or at least the meaning it had once held, when they were all living their regular lives on the outside. "There are people here who have been here double that. Triple, even."