[Her PipBoy, namely. She still can't connect properly to any radio stations because there's nothing here, but she's been trying. And she's been fussing with one of the ham radios too, even if the thing's practically junk.]
I just was wondering [Ugh, this sounds stupid] if I could see you.
[She's right where she promised to be, sitting on one of the old couches she's cleaned off. Bent at the middle, her hands hover over the device she always wears on her arm, now picked off and being fussed with. She doesn't look up when he first enters the room, punching in some numbers. But as Cas draws nearer, she raises her head and shoots him a smile.]
Hey. Good to see you.
[Evelynn slides over on the couch to give him room, picking up her PipBoy as she goes.]
[ He returns the smile just as easy, setting his rifle against the side of the couch before sitting beside her. Castiel gives her enough room to continue working on the device she holds, but it's still relatively close, the edge of their knees bumping. There's the slightest shake of his head. ]
I sleep when it suits me. I was awake. [ Or he would have been if he'd slept and she said she'd needed him. He leans to look at the thing in her hands. ] Is that what you're working on?
[ There's a careful sort of smile now, expression soft as he reaches out as if to touch it and then grazes her fingers with his. ]
I hate to break it to you, but most of us have to sleep normal hours. And rather frequently. [Her fingers fiddle absently with the controls in her hands.] This place has made me complacent, I think.
[Once, she could go at least three-fourths of a day before she needed a quick nap. She could keep going and going... Now, not so much. She starts at his touch, surprised, but easily turns her hand so she can grasp his. Evelynn smiles.]
Yeah, it's my PipBoy. I got it when I was ten. I've been trying to fuss with the radio controls, maybe turn it into a working radio to broadcast out.
[ Except when there are the nightmares and the aching dullness of memories he doesn't think any amount of drugs or liquor would numb. Then he doesn't like it. Then he tries to distract himself with other things, things like Evelynn. There's a soft hum of acknowledgement at what she says though. Being complacent. He thinks it's making everyone complacent, and it's beginning to show.
Castiel slides their fingers together, dropping his eyes to look at it more than her face. ]
A PipBoy. [ A strange word, and he finds that he likes it. ] Can it do that?
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idk week 18 sometime
MESSAGE: hey
what're you up to?
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[Her PipBoy, namely. She still can't connect properly to any radio stations because there's nothing here, but she's been trying. And she's been fussing with one of the ham radios too, even if the thing's practically junk.]
I just was wondering [Ugh, this sounds stupid] if I could see you.
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[ It's been a while, after all, and besides, maybe he could help her with whatever it is she's trying to get to work. ]
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[ Which really only takes him a few minutes. ]
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Hey. Good to see you.
[Evelynn slides over on the couch to give him room, picking up her PipBoy as she goes.]
I hope I didn't wake you. I know it's late.
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I sleep when it suits me. I was awake. [ Or he would have been if he'd slept and she said she'd needed him. He leans to look at the thing in her hands. ] Is that what you're working on?
[ There's a careful sort of smile now, expression soft as he reaches out as if to touch it and then grazes her fingers with his. ]
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I hate to break it to you, but most of us have to sleep normal hours. And rather frequently. [Her fingers fiddle absently with the controls in her hands.] This place has made me complacent, I think.
[Once, she could go at least three-fourths of a day before she needed a quick nap. She could keep going and going... Now, not so much. She starts at his touch, surprised, but easily turns her hand so she can grasp his. Evelynn smiles.]
Yeah, it's my PipBoy. I got it when I was ten. I've been trying to fuss with the radio controls, maybe turn it into a working radio to broadcast out.
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[ Except when there are the nightmares and the aching dullness of memories he doesn't think any amount of drugs or liquor would numb. Then he doesn't like it. Then he tries to distract himself with other things, things like Evelynn. There's a soft hum of acknowledgement at what she says though. Being complacent. He thinks it's making everyone complacent, and it's beginning to show.
Castiel slides their fingers together, dropping his eyes to look at it more than her face. ]
A PipBoy. [ A strange word, and he finds that he likes it. ] Can it do that?