[Connor stands by the bed for a few seconds, arms flat against his sides, until Curtis starts smacking his lips together. Whether starting to wake up or because he’s imagining being fed, Connor is uncertain.]
I believe I... need a moment.
[He heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Staring at his face in the mirror, and although the light is off, he can discern the edges of himself: the sharp line of his jaw, slope of his shoulders.
If he were human, he might wash his face. Is it the coldness that helps, he wonders? Regardless, Connor tries: the faucet is squeaky, the flow a slow drip until the pressure increases. When he brings a wet finger to his mouth, he briefly analyzes the water: fusarium, and other substances that are unknown to him. Unique to this world, perhaps.
When Connor returns to the front room, he says:] There is mold in the pipes.
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[Connor stands by the bed for a few seconds, arms flat against his sides, until Curtis starts smacking his lips together. Whether starting to wake up or because he’s imagining being fed, Connor is uncertain.]
I believe I... need a moment.
[He heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Staring at his face in the mirror, and although the light is off, he can discern the edges of himself: the sharp line of his jaw, slope of his shoulders.
If he were human, he might wash his face. Is it the coldness that helps, he wonders? Regardless, Connor tries: the faucet is squeaky, the flow a slow drip until the pressure increases. When he brings a wet finger to his mouth, he briefly analyzes the water: fusarium, and other substances that are unknown to him. Unique to this world, perhaps.
When Connor returns to the front room, he says:] There is mold in the pipes.