Re: log: cat, matt, emily
[The formal greeting was made out of caution, respect, and the acknowledgement that they had known each other before. Seeing her made him struggle to think in English, which happened sometimes. It made his brain live in the past, and turned his thoughts down old, proscribed paths. He experimented with thinking about her, and while he could look at her, stare at her, the thought of touching her sent a frisson of nausea through him so intense he couldn't keep it off his face. Alright, alright. Later. He'd try to figure that out later.
Being near her was dangerous, and not because he was afraid of what she might do.
He reshouldered the pack, looked where she was pointing. He'd walked almost every inch of this forest in the six months he'd lived in Repose, and passed this old house a dozen times without imagining it was occupied.
He fell in next to her, natural as breathing.]
How'd she get burned? [His English stumbled a little as he codeswitched. He still wasn't very good at that - the on/off in his head was as stiff as switching rusted train tracks.]