Now, if there's one thing Wyatt Cain isn't, it's a meddler. He can get in other people's business if need be, but as a rule he stays as far away from the equation to be sucked into it.
And, if this wasn't two of the very privileged few whom he 1) happens to care a great deal about, 2) that are still here, he'd avoid this situation (and food, he could really go without food right now) like he would a cholera outbreak.
But it's Paul. Not only that, it's also Maddy.
He could sit right here and let it escalate, hunkered down and bundled up and hating every minute he's trapped in this cramped, dark, narrow space. Only problem is, he'd hate himself for it.
So, having decided that much, he gets to his feet, knees complaining all the more loudly for the extended cold. Back too. And his shoulders and neck, and fuck this weather.
"Okay, then," he says, quite shamelessly interjecting himself while grabbing a bowl. "You both have a point, but they're both irrelevant."
To Maddy, "You'd be tortured for scientific profit for what's in your heart," and to Paul, "You'd be beaten to death for shits and giggles for what's in yours. But this isn't your world, Paul, and it isn't yours, Maddy. This is a sanctuary and a refuge from a lot of the bullshit we've all had to take with a smile and a thank you ma'am back in our own homes."
To Paul, again, "You'll try to be more open-minded, and fast," and to Maddy, "And if someone's skeeved, you'll try to tone down your powers. Everybody okay with this?"
incoming!
And, if this wasn't two of the very privileged few whom he 1) happens to care a great deal about, 2) that are still here, he'd avoid this situation (and food, he could really go without food right now) like he would a cholera outbreak.
But it's Paul. Not only that, it's also Maddy.
He could sit right here and let it escalate, hunkered down and bundled up and hating every minute he's trapped in this cramped, dark, narrow space. Only problem is, he'd hate himself for it.
So, having decided that much, he gets to his feet, knees complaining all the more loudly for the extended cold. Back too. And his shoulders and neck, and fuck this weather.
"Okay, then," he says, quite shamelessly interjecting himself while grabbing a bowl. "You both have a point, but they're both irrelevant."
To Maddy, "You'd be tortured for scientific profit for what's in your heart," and to Paul, "You'd be beaten to death for shits and giggles for what's in yours. But this isn't your world, Paul, and it isn't yours, Maddy. This is a sanctuary and a refuge from a lot of the bullshit we've all had to take with a smile and a thank you ma'am back in our own homes."
To Paul, again, "You'll try to be more open-minded, and fast," and to Maddy, "And if someone's skeeved, you'll try to tone down your powers. Everybody okay with this?"