Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Shiloh's trust, when he'd been in possession of it, had been founded entirely on the blind belief that everything would work out for him. It always had, you see, even with the hard times. But it hadn't turned out. He wasn't about to worry about other people trusting too much, though. Shiloh was happy to be here, distracting, and helping, but he knew better than to think he could claim anyone's troubles and attempt to help carry the load. Shiloh was using all the duct tape he had to hold himself together, and he had none to spare after. But this wasn't fixing. This was entertainment, and entertainment was what filled Shiloh's days and nights as of late.
Given that, he navigated to concert posters, and he nudged the keyboard over to Alex. "Pick a dozen," he said, and it was in all seriousness. "And then we'll get some paint delivered, and then you can text Mal and inform him of his weekend plans," he said, smiling easily and scrolling on his phone to look for bargain throw carpets and maybe some bedding, anything colorful would do.
Oh, and he reached into his pocket and fished out his wallet and a card, and the card got tossed onto the desk near Alex's hand. "There you go," he said. "And don't go buying merely one poster. One poster would just be sad and alone."