Post by Nathan Landry on Jun 24, 2019 5:18:23 GMT -8
"I don't think so."
Neither did he. Under his attempt at his usual devil-may-care exterior was a roiling web of suppositions, spiraling questions. He felt the uncertainty like a precipice, one wrong move prepared to send him flailing off into a chasm. Everything was too delicately balanced, his confession to Alyssa throwing everything out of whack, the construction of his life swaying more and more with every fresh revelation.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that. However, the fact that Security didn't feel it necessary to question you, they must not think you complicit in its installation. However, it wouldn't surprise me if they meet with you to discuss what might have been said."
The mistrust spread further within him, prodded on by her words. They'd not bothered to tell him, which either meant they were running a very quiet investigation or they'd done it in the first place.
Something squeezed around his heart, the memory of Alyssa's somber face in the moonlight, her quiet question of whether he was ready to stay, what it would take to send him back out into the black echoing in his mind. She wouldn't do this to him. She wouldn't. He repeated it in his head like a mantra, trying to overwhelm the picture of her face, the uncertainty in it....
"If you have trouble with them, please let me know. You are free to go, Mr. Landry. We may talk later."
Nathan offered her a smile that almost looked normal. Something in him was solidifying finally, a tide of old, habitual self-preservation setting things back into order. This, too, he'd get through: it was just a matter of putting on a good face and being prepared to take care of himself. "Thank you," he said, standing and giving her a tiny, ceremonial bow. "A pleasure, as always Ms. Forbes," he finished.
Having taken his leave, he went to the door, rearranging his face as he went into something less indicative of whatever had gone on inside--he'd remembered, perhaps too late, the game they'd been engaged in outside. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
So as he stepped outside, revealing the waiting room once more, the look on his face was an easy half-smile, the same expression he'd worn on the way in.
Tag: Tahp
Neither did he. Under his attempt at his usual devil-may-care exterior was a roiling web of suppositions, spiraling questions. He felt the uncertainty like a precipice, one wrong move prepared to send him flailing off into a chasm. Everything was too delicately balanced, his confession to Alyssa throwing everything out of whack, the construction of his life swaying more and more with every fresh revelation.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that. However, the fact that Security didn't feel it necessary to question you, they must not think you complicit in its installation. However, it wouldn't surprise me if they meet with you to discuss what might have been said."
The mistrust spread further within him, prodded on by her words. They'd not bothered to tell him, which either meant they were running a very quiet investigation or they'd done it in the first place.
Something squeezed around his heart, the memory of Alyssa's somber face in the moonlight, her quiet question of whether he was ready to stay, what it would take to send him back out into the black echoing in his mind. She wouldn't do this to him. She wouldn't. He repeated it in his head like a mantra, trying to overwhelm the picture of her face, the uncertainty in it....
"If you have trouble with them, please let me know. You are free to go, Mr. Landry. We may talk later."
Nathan offered her a smile that almost looked normal. Something in him was solidifying finally, a tide of old, habitual self-preservation setting things back into order. This, too, he'd get through: it was just a matter of putting on a good face and being prepared to take care of himself. "Thank you," he said, standing and giving her a tiny, ceremonial bow. "A pleasure, as always Ms. Forbes," he finished.
Having taken his leave, he went to the door, rearranging his face as he went into something less indicative of whatever had gone on inside--he'd remembered, perhaps too late, the game they'd been engaged in outside. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
So as he stepped outside, revealing the waiting room once more, the look on his face was an easy half-smile, the same expression he'd worn on the way in.
Tag: Tahp