Re: [arcade: hannah, david, eddie]
David always felt somewhat strange lately, when he wasn't feeling something stronger in tone. He knew every day that passed that he was somewhere he wasn't meant to be. By night, however, so long as he was doing what he seemed meant to do, he felt at home. It was hard for him to pull himself from that purpose, though. Distant miseries called to him insistently, like a ringing in his ear.
He listened to the ordinary way they had met, and he wondered if there was something more between them, as if that mattered. He suspected not, and didn't know why. He invited her to explore the old pinball machines, they kind, she said, they played in movies, and he felt that tug strengthen to a pull. The night was getting deeper and darker.
"I'll let you play," he said. He didn't seem concerned about the fact that Hannah had asked him here without telling him there might be someone to meet. He didn't seem worried about Eddie, or the arcade. He did feel out of place, as always. He was a stranger here, and Hannah was going to play pinball.
He would take the back door out again. "I hope I passed," he said. He could tell that this had been some kind of test - to see whether he was safe, maybe, or a deeper kind of examination. Eddie hadn't so much as blinked at the sight of him, and that, in itself, pointed to something stranger.