He's not sure this whole thing is her thinking outside the box or if she'd just laughing at the rules from somewhere inside it. But either way, it's completely ridiculous—though no more ridiculous than some of the stuff he's pulled off in the last 24 hours—except he also views it as something that has a degree of logic to it that will seem pretty damn deranged by the time the event is over. But for now, it makes sense.
And by the time she's finished, he does want to move the desk back where it belongs, but that would compromise the integrity of the... whatever it is. Her castle fort thing. So he stays where he is, leans back against the wall by the door (someone has to guard it), where he has the best vantage point of the entire room.
Her fort, in the end, won't stop anything any more than the table against the door will. It's all just a childish attempt to stop the inevitable, when you're desperate enough to try almost anything that will make the compulsions stop and the dread and fear abate to a tolerable level. That's all this is, isn't it? He understands why she's dong it. Surprised, almost, that she's willing to when she doesn't understand the half of it, only that he has a childish need to block everything off because he doesn't want to let something in. It's stupid. All of this is.
There's a strangled laugh as slides down to the floor and stares at her what she's created.
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She's building a fort.
He's not sure this whole thing is her thinking outside the box or if she'd just laughing at the rules from somewhere inside it. But either way, it's completely ridiculous—though no more ridiculous than some of the stuff he's pulled off in the last 24 hours—except he also views it as something that has a degree of logic to it that will seem pretty damn deranged by the time the event is over. But for now, it makes sense.
And by the time she's finished, he does want to move the desk back where it belongs, but that would compromise the integrity of the... whatever it is. Her castle fort thing. So he stays where he is, leans back against the wall by the door (someone has to guard it), where he has the best vantage point of the entire room.
Her fort, in the end, won't stop anything any more than the table against the door will. It's all just a childish attempt to stop the inevitable, when you're desperate enough to try almost anything that will make the compulsions stop and the dread and fear abate to a tolerable level. That's all this is, isn't it? He understands why she's dong it. Surprised, almost, that she's willing to when she doesn't understand the half of it, only that he has a childish need to block everything off because he doesn't want to let something in. It's stupid. All of this is.
There's a strangled laugh as slides down to the floor and stares at her what she's created.
He doesn't know what to do with her at all.]
Safe as things will ever be.