Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Shiloh thought about his own family nearly constantly. It didn't help that some of them were here, and it didn't help that he was all open wounds and raw nerves about them unquestioningly believing him guilty. Chris had mouthed typed words about family protecting each other, but not a one of them had protected him or given him the benefit of the doubt, and he was more than a little bile about it. But that bile wasn't with them in this room. He was easy, teasing about Mal and smiles. He didn't understand Mal's relationship with Alex, but he knew Mal was protective of the boy, and that was as much as Shiloh needed to know. It made all the difference. "I usually see Mal looking at me blankly and politely through his fringe," he said. He was smiling when he made the claim, because Mal did smile, just not boisterously, and Shiloh enjoyed giving him shit.
"Nothing beats Time After Time, and nothing ever will," he said definitively. "Sally's Pigeons is newer, but also timeless," he said, sitting at the computer in the wake of Alex's offense. Shiloh just laughed off the tone and the sentiment carried with it. He didn't know a thing about computers, and even he knew this one looked ancient.
There he sat, and he motioned with long fingers. "Turn it on. Let's find posters. I have some money left on a card." An illegally obtained, but perfectly legal in-and-of-itself card, but that hardly mattered. It wasn't enough to score anything of note, so it might as well be used to purchase some interesting wall art. And perhaps some green paint, and then Mal could be informed of his upcoming weekend project.