Riley’s reaction throws him off for a second and he wonders if he did something wrong. Then he realizes the name she just addressed him with and his hand touches his face. Shit! He looks around, but no one seems to have reacted or noticed that one of their fellow gym members has suddenly changed faces. That was one bright light about all this. Now he just needed to figure out some way to get out of here without Riley freaking out or- Wait… he never told her his other name, how had she immediately known it? You just said Jacob, right? You know me?
She turns away and covers her eyes, believing—hoping, that when she opened them once more it would be gone. However, he continues to speak, and she drops her eyes and slowly looks at him. She doesn’t understand. This has to be Jacob, but how did he change faces? The Jacob she knew didn’t do that. Yeah… I-I, she extends a trembling hand to place on his shoulder, not sure if he’s real or not. I know Jacob. She takes her hand back. And he died over a year ago.
Just a little though, s’not the worst card I’ve been dealt. I’ve a bathroom all to myself this time around, that makes a difference. He laughs brightly, shaking his head. You’d not have to, it’s not as if you went and made the food spoil. Oh, are you then? Well, I can’t go letting myself fall to bits just because I’ve missed some sleep. I’m just starting to get as good as I was back when I was on the stage and all. He offers her a wry half smile, nodding faintly. No, no, don’t go being sorry about any of it. Good enough test to see if I’ve gotten myself back into condition as any. It must not’ve, wish I was anywhere near that good, myself.
Shared a bathroom with your roommate before then? I can imagine it must have been difficult. Riley hated sharing bathrooms with her siblings. That’s true. You just have to will through your sleepiness or get coffee, although I’ve never really been into that stuff myself. Were you a musician? She frowns, curious as to what he meant by stage. Ah, it’s nothing to worry yourself about. Easier to get out of shape than to get back in it.
"It can be, but it’s not the worst hobby to have. Music and a crowded dance floor really get my energy and creativity flowing." Andrew checked his grocery cart and didn’t see anything from that aisle inside it. "I must not have, good call." There were a few boxes here and there he was sure he’d seen wrappers of at the house, and he grabbed them as he saw them as they made their way down the aisle. "I’ve been Dj-ing since college so that’s been for about… twenty years now? Give or take."
She can’t help but smile. “It doesn’t sound bad at all, I swear.” It was nice to see someone who could get really inspired in their work environment. He didn’t even consider it work. It was a hobby. That was something to aspire for. “Well, you must have created a following for yourself in those years. I bet you get requested for venues all the time.” She couldn’t imagine doing something for twenty years. Especially not her current job.
Of course, of course. Would you come if you didn’t already work here?
She sheepishly turns away. I’m not that much of a drinker. What kind of people are you hoping to attract?
Sorry. I still don’t know many people around so I tend to just go for the one’s whose names I know. I was just asking if you’d think we’ll get a good turn out for the party coming up with the free food and drinks.
It’s fine. And… I’m not sure. Different things attract different people. But I’m sure you already know that.
Yeah. —I’m not bothering you, am I?
No, no, I just didn’t think you were talking to me. Sorry, I wasn’t listening, though. What were you saying?
We’re trying to pull in the largest audience we can. The more the merrier. Free booze and free food should be enough to bring people in, right?
Hm? Are you talking to me?
Audra Mae - Here I Go Again
The point is that I was punished for performing a kind act. Humans are always so quick to demonize…
What if by moving one car you damaged another—or a person? It’s a risk you shouldn’t have taken.
I definitely feel you on that one, one of my sisters stays in Detroit — she has a son who is like a son to me, Jay Jay. I try my best to go down there since his father is the typical runaway and support him but it becomes a struggle dealing with these airlines. If anyone knew the pain of feeling lost without their lover and too old to just up and try to start a family with someone new it was Maxwell, he blocked the thought of his own circumstances out to avoid the pain. But the look in Riley’s eyes offered him a feeling that she felt a similar pain — that was a relief.
She smiles a bit at the mention of a nephew who’s like a son to him, but it fades as he mentions the airlines. It’s a tough time to not be able to see your family when you want to. To bad we can’t just teleport over there, right? She had meant that innocently, not necessarily dealing with post-humans, but after she says it she realizes it can be seen that way, but then remembers he works in PROTECT and he can’t possibly have any ill feelings about post-humans.