Re: Crisis Center: David/Claire
[It was close enough to evening that David was rather close to being someone very different, on the cusp of being the Revenant. This prospect that bothered him no more than the low winter sunset, glowing vibrant magenta over a light dusting of snow and frost on the roofs and sidewalks of the town.
The crisis center was almost empty, and that was reassuring. He felt the presence of the dead, acknowledged it as a fact. He could not see them, but he could feel them, now and then, pressing against the fabric of the living world. Inside it was clean, half-finished, and quiet. It was easy enough to track the tinny sound of music from outside, and he opened the door without knocking. He had, after all, been invited.
His leather jacket looked salvaged - there was a hole under one of the shoulders. Otherwise, he was the same as always, with the ultra-long stare he always had in the day.] Good evening. [She was sitting down, so he joined her, sitting cross-legged on the floor. ]