Re: Log: Griffin & Mars
Mats hadn't thought through all of the reasons that Griffin might have been obsessed with books. From the night she'd first met him, he'd had a book. With all of their traveling, the dynamic duo hadn't been able to maintain an impressive library or anything like that. Just a pair of backpacks and one suitcase between them to live out of from the motels to the homeless shelters. If Griffin had held onto any books during these last five years, they must have been only one or two favorites. Everything else came and went from libraries and secondhand stores. This apartment, which had come furnished, had its own little bookcase full of new wonders for him to try… for Mars', that had actually been the selling point. Besides, the rent was reasonable.
She could watch Griffin read quietly for what seemed like hours, contemplating the mechanics of him. Wondering about all of the ways he managed to be more whole than she'd ever be again, even if one might not actually know that by speaking to him. Mars knew that Griffin could talk, he just preferred not to, and so Mars had studied sign language alongside him for the last half of the decade. Hands and notes were their primary form of conversation. When she spoke aloud, it was usually for herself. He could understand her, despite the usual outsider perception that he was in some way 'slow', Mars just knew from five years of experience that he would rarely, rarely respond with spoken word. Which was fine with her, it gave her more time in her own head to daydream about all of the revenge she was entitled to. This was, after all, why they were here in Repose.
She rolled her eyes at his instruction to eat and took a large, exaggerated bite of toast for his benefit.