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Aug. 29th, 2013 02:17 amIt's late and Owen can't sleep.
That's not exactly unusual for him— he hasn't been able to manage more than a few hours a night since Copley and since the darkness— but somehow he suspects it's for a different reason tonight. They're all feeling frayed at the edges here, and every day that goes by without any progress toward getting back home or getting back to Darrow at the very least leaves them more and more frustrated.
Well, he can't really speak for Jack, but he knows he's fucking angry at this whole thing, and after today and the public shelter, he's sure Tosh has got to be as well. It's why he's found himself at the door to her room after they've all supposedly turned in for the night, though he's not sure if she's still awake.
"Tosh?" he says, a bit quiet, and he knocks on the door.
That's not exactly unusual for him— he hasn't been able to manage more than a few hours a night since Copley and since the darkness— but somehow he suspects it's for a different reason tonight. They're all feeling frayed at the edges here, and every day that goes by without any progress toward getting back home or getting back to Darrow at the very least leaves them more and more frustrated.
Well, he can't really speak for Jack, but he knows he's fucking angry at this whole thing, and after today and the public shelter, he's sure Tosh has got to be as well. It's why he's found himself at the door to her room after they've all supposedly turned in for the night, though he's not sure if she's still awake.
"Tosh?" he says, a bit quiet, and he knocks on the door.