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Phillip Wolfe | Phobos (inclinedfear) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Rylee gave a slow nod in response to this information. He wanted to pry for more information because he was curious as to the history of this new place he called home but he held off. It wasn't the best of news to find out about the place you just moved into but Rylee was taking cautious steps to not give himself any more reasons to feel anxious. If he knew the reason behind the death he would likely find some way to grow panicked over it.

A moment passed where Rylee didn't say anything and wasn't quite sure how to continue from the grim turn of their conversation. Rylee made a small sigh and shifted his position once more, brushing his USMC shirt down a little and placing the flashlight in his other hand. "I wonder how long it will take for them to get the lights working again," Rylee's voice was low and the comment was spoken more to himself then to Philip. He would like nothing more then to return to his apartment and continue reading the Gettysburg diaries with a flood of electric light but that didn't seem to be happening any time soon.

Turning his attention back to his temporary companion Rylee smiled. "So, Philip, what do you do for a living?"