Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
It was probably just good timing, the fact that Shiloh heard the keys shimmying down the hallway between their spaces. There was a lot in life Shiloh was either too high or too drunken to notice, but there they were, the boy standing in the hallway and himself. Shiloh was much taller, but no wider, and yet he felt older, too. Much older than this boy with the sad eyes and expectedly wibbling lip. As far as accents went, he knew Alex's was from somewhere, but Shiloh had limited exposure to the world, and he had no true idea where that somewhere was.
He had spoken to Mal quite often about Alex, and he'd formed his own tentative opinions, which were based on appearance and, more heavily, Mal's own words. Mal spoke of Alex as if Alex was exceptionally fragile, and Shiloh considered that as he lounged in that doorway. He considered a great many things, actually, though you'd never know it from looking at his expression. An expression which was, truly, mild and welcoming. Shiloh was blunt, direct, cuttingly so at times, but he liked people. He liked them with all their flaws, and it showed as he pushed away from his own door. "There might be a crack, but it sounds like you've bigger problems. Let's go look?" he offered, remembering to step back after only a moment, and only to secure shoes upon his feet before walking toward Alex anew.