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"Are you lost?"
James halted his steps, the small trash can in his hands trembling to a stop with him. Suspicion in the voice, but not danger. He could walk away without consequence, but, then, this man was here, very alone, very late. Careful to hide the contents of the trash can, he turned on his heel and gave his best deer in the headlights.
"Uh. No. Sort of. I'm--I'm new here," he stammered, playing every bit the part of the timid janitor he was dressed as. To the man, he gave a friendly, if shaky, smile, and came forward quickly. "Jeremy. Uh. Hi. Trash?" Holding up his own, he waited in mock hope for his answer, and marked the man from head to foot. Far too casual to match the descriptors he was looking for, unless he was acting, too.
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"Don't try to flatter me, Will."
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{✞} "You're that man that was supposed to be that killer from Maryland. My mother listened to your trial on her radio." Oh, she shouldn't have said that. For one thing, that was very rude (he probably didn't have to be reminded of the accusations), and for another, the whole 'radio' comment would lead to questions.
Why a radio? Do you have a television? Why are you even talking to me?
{✞} The Whites didn't own a T.V. (and the radio was usually only used to listen to Christian music from Frank Sinatra's time). They didn't own a computer either. Margaret White got all of her news from the Christian channels on the radio, some of which had small news segments. Usually, it was Carrie who brought the news home--and she even bought a small weather radio when she was nine after learning about tornadoes (no television meant no weather reports!). {✞} But Mama had listened to news about the Chesapeake Ripper. She'd sit with her doilies a shake her head every time someone would speak about evidence against the defendant. And when his name was cleared, she hit Carrie with a bible, screaming, 'He's sinned! His trial was just God's pre-judgement! He's done something wrong, woman! He deserves to be in prison!' {✞} "That was rude," Carrie said quietly. "I apologize."
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Don't worry, Abby. I'm a terrible father, so we're a perfect pair.
Don't talk to me Will I'm still trying to recover from those sexts you accidentally sent me.
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She wakes up with a startle, having rolled into another body in her bed. Abigail sits up quickly, squinting through the dark with her heart beating like butterfly wings against her ribs. The curly hair illuminated by the moonlight streaming through her window gives him away, and she raises a hand to her chest to calm her heart.
"Will?" She whispers. He doesn't reply, his body rising and falling with deep breaths. She sighs heavily, looking at him with slight confusion. Maybe he had a bad nightmare and stumbled into her bed looking for comfort. She bites her lip thoughtfully before carding her hand through his hair affectionately, feeling the sweat gathered there. Carefully so as not to wake him, she curled up against his back, wrapping an arm around his chest. They both had nightmares, both had issues with the same roots, and they relied on the other to help them through times when the pain got too much to handle alone. She hopes being in her presence at least chases away the demons in his mind for tonight. "Goodnight, Will." She whispered into the dark, closing her eyes again.
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"Will? Will, what are you doing? uhm, is everything alright?"