[Association can work just as well for good things as it can for bad, sometimes. Wammy's House. For a name that should sound harsh, it instead brings comfort. It's odd. Almost funny.
[There's no answering smile from him. He's had so little reason to genuinely smile in some time, and it just doesn't come easily. He doesn't want to do his fake one for a pair of reasons. First, he would rather not be that dishonest. Second, that smile is, from much talk he has overheard, very "creepy".
[He notes the odd sitting posture. Lazarus hadn't done that when they'd had their game. Is that something that had developed over the years? Some physical ailment that renders the position more comfortable? Some psychological need to tuck himself away from others?
[There's a brief silence as Nathan considers the question, eyes unblinking. It would be a lie to say that he'd never wondered about Lazarus during all this time. That sameness in them, that connection isn't something easily forgotten, even for those with average memories. Nathan's memory is anything but average.]
For much of it . . . I do not know. More recently, I prefer to avoid places that attract trouble.
[Lazarus had become very public over the last year. Finding him? Easy. Nathan is quite sure he could have popped into Expresso Yourself and seen the man there any number of times. He'd even considered it more than once. But too much happens there. It's not safe.]
no subject
[There's no answering smile from him. He's had so little reason to genuinely smile in some time, and it just doesn't come easily. He doesn't want to do his fake one for a pair of reasons. First, he would rather not be that dishonest. Second, that smile is, from much talk he has overheard, very "creepy".
[He notes the odd sitting posture. Lazarus hadn't done that when they'd had their game. Is that something that had developed over the years? Some physical ailment that renders the position more comfortable? Some psychological need to tuck himself away from others?
[There's a brief silence as Nathan considers the question, eyes unblinking. It would be a lie to say that he'd never wondered about Lazarus during all this time. That sameness in them, that connection isn't something easily forgotten, even for those with average memories. Nathan's memory is anything but average.]
For much of it . . . I do not know. More recently, I prefer to avoid places that attract trouble.
[Lazarus had become very public over the last year. Finding him? Easy. Nathan is quite sure he could have popped into Expresso Yourself and seen the man there any number of times. He'd even considered it more than once. But too much happens there. It's not safe.]