Who ? O and Aidan Where ? Cabin When ? Saturday What ? O wants something
O had been behaving himself for the most part. He wasn't terribly personable but he wasn't refusing to eat or hurling insults. He cooked for Aidan, let him do the dishes, straightened up every now and then and watched a lot of television. He was in the bathroom, examining the bruises on his face from where he'd been hit. They were mostly healed, just discolored yellow which made it look like he had food stuck on his face sometimes.
He wasn't just looking at himself, though. He definitely had something on his mind. He was stuck here, stuck here for a long time. He'd come to terms with that even if he didn't really understand just how long a long time was. The knowledge made him miserable but he didn't want to be unhappy either, he just needed to find something to keep everything bearable.
Flicking off the bathroom light, O went to find Aidan which wasn't very hard since the house wasn't that big and Aidan was never very far away. "I want a pet," he told him.