KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Back to normal, eh? Were they just going to pretend that none of that night had ever happened? Fine. Korbin could do that. It was far better than having to talk about it, think of it or having to relate to how he had been seen at his absolute lowest. It could have made for a sense of intimacy, some bond of understanding, and maybe it would have if Korbin had asked for the help or had any positive feelings for Chulane. But now... it was only frustrating. Humiliating. A weak spot vulnerable to more bullying, and he absolutely did not trust the man not to make use of it.
Korbin turned back to the work and stacked more logs on the fire, working with the competent ease of one who had done this for a lifetime. "Fine. Still breathing."
It really was all anyone should expect of him. Living, breathing, moving around. And if he was numb on the inside, if he couldn't sleep and barely ate, if he still drowned himself in either booze or work so he wouldn't have to think... what of it?
Wiping soot stained hands on trousers that had seen better days, the raven stood up and turned towards Chulane. Threw a glance around the room, searching for... what? He didn't know. A reason to stay? An excuse to leave?
"Are you guys set with wood?" he eventually asked, gesturing lamely to the stack by the hearth. He didn't enter private rooms unless asked to help. The occupants needed something to do anyway.
Korbin turned back to the work and stacked more logs on the fire, working with the competent ease of one who had done this for a lifetime. "Fine. Still breathing."
It really was all anyone should expect of him. Living, breathing, moving around. And if he was numb on the inside, if he couldn't sleep and barely ate, if he still drowned himself in either booze or work so he wouldn't have to think... what of it?
Wiping soot stained hands on trousers that had seen better days, the raven stood up and turned towards Chulane. Threw a glance around the room, searching for... what? He didn't know. A reason to stay? An excuse to leave?
"Are you guys set with wood?" he eventually asked, gesturing lamely to the stack by the hearth. He didn't enter private rooms unless asked to help. The occupants needed something to do anyway.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
