Re: Quicklog, Ocean's 11: Lin A, Louis D, Neil D, Zatanna Z
[Lin's smile fell through to nothing when the door opened, revealing Neil and Zatanna both, standing like they were freaky pieces on a modern AU wizard's chessboard. It was as if no blood ran through their veins, only wax, cooling, stiff, and the boy felt Louis' grip tighten against soft navy. The cold wetness of the man's clothes leached into Lin's and itched. His bouncing had stopped, and for once, he was still, not wriggling beneath Louis' arm, but leaning into him, snaked tight.
It occurred to him he hadn't asked any of the right questions, but it also occurred to him a nanosecond thereafter that no one had any answers anyway. Not yet. They had to find out what was going on with Louis, before they knew what had to be done to him, to patch him up or put him back together or whatever it was. But the uncertainty of it all remained, pooling in joints, and Lin felt a new reluctance.
What if they had to hurt him? The way you had to lance a blister or reset a bone? A shock and linger of pain before healing.
The boy tried for casual, but his words were too leaky. He babbled.] Oh, hey, Neil. Funny seeing you here. You and, uh, Meredith. Your new... girlfriend... with soulless eyes. I'm Lin. [He waved at the woman, a little shake of the palm before it latched back around Louis.] Neil, um, got me the room, [he told the blond man fervently. Because, see? It all made sense. No need to unleash some kind of soot-tossing, festering šḥin-inducing plague of a distinctly Biblical make! Haha! Everyone was friends here. Even the creepy lady who apparently only stood in shadows.] I mean, I told him you were coming by, so. Yep. Wow, so normal.