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Chris Argent (argentum) wrote in paradisolog,

Chris had fallen into a quiet existence on the island. Pitching in where he could, of course, but being quiet otherwise. He was still sorting himself out, finding where exactly he fit in -- he knew that he did, it was a matter of settling in. And as one of the older residents, naturally it'd take time.

He could live with that. Because it was all in the name of rebuilding. That was the most important part, not any personal issues or awkwardness or whatever you wanted to call it that he might've had. And really, the beauty of the place and the people he'd met and would meet overshadowed any need to finish settling in that there was.

He heard someone coming and stuck a head out of his shelter, only to see Scott approaching -- Scott, who looked rather like he had a purpose. Scott, who generally seemed pretty awkward in anything to do with him here. Hrm.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, looking at Scott curiously. "Is everything alright?" Because yes, they hadn't always gotten along, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be concerned.