She’s happy to have gotten him this far. Though, Rey has her reservations on leaving him alone for too long, the last thing she wanted was to leave and come back to him still fixed at the window. But, this was the healing process, wasn’t it ? She couldn’t just expect him to be well immediately, to revert back to his same bearing as Agent Whiskey. It’d be difficult, but Rey knew he still had it in him — somewhere. ‘ You wanna drink or something while you set up the TV ? I could get us some ice cream from the freezer … ’
❝ YEAH ––––– SOUNDS FINE. ❞ lost, voice aimless &distracted by the thrumming of paranoia in his heart, no matter its forced position on the back burner. feet, wrapped in holey socks, shuffle to the couch, falling victim to the enveloping cushions ––––– but rigidity is still found in traces lining his spine, posture straighter than relaxation. remote is taken within a steeled grip, flipping through channels with eyes focused elsewhere( WAS THAT A SHADOW OUTSIDE THE WINDOW ? )
