[ The cheer reminds him of her, which is of course absurd, because here she is alive again. The whole affair is horrifying and laughable.
He sighs and leads them inside. The furniture is whatever he'd found already present: a rotting table and chairs, a rather questionable bed. Everything here is mildewed with the ocean fog. Livable may be a generous term. He's not opposed to fixing it up the old-fashioned way: he knows how to build a cabin, how to mend wooden furniture, how to live off the land. Or, he did, once. A very long time ago. Difficult to say how long; it all runs together, and the disorientation of trying to pick the threads apart is rarely worth the trouble. ]
All the same, I do apologize for the state of the place. It's not what I'd prefer.
[ But then, nothing about this is what he'd prefer. The door is rotting on rusted hinges, but when it shuts behind them, there is a sense of finality to it. They are now alone somewhere private. ]
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He sighs and leads them inside. The furniture is whatever he'd found already present: a rotting table and chairs, a rather questionable bed. Everything here is mildewed with the ocean fog. Livable may be a generous term. He's not opposed to fixing it up the old-fashioned way: he knows how to build a cabin, how to mend wooden furniture, how to live off the land. Or, he did, once. A very long time ago. Difficult to say how long; it all runs together, and the disorientation of trying to pick the threads apart is rarely worth the trouble. ]
All the same, I do apologize for the state of the place. It's not what I'd prefer.
[ But then, nothing about this is what he'd prefer. The door is rotting on rusted hinges, but when it shuts behind them, there is a sense of finality to it. They are now alone somewhere private. ]