On any other morning, she might have awoken to an empty bed.
Any comfort that could have given would've been temporary at best, but the unfamiliar woman is not even fortunate enough for that. After days of evading sleep, Wrench has finally collapsed. He's only been there a couple of hours, passing out without dinner after another long night of searching for anything that might explain his partner's disappearance. As far as this town is concerned, though, it's as if Grady never existed at all.
His dreams grant him another glimpse at the man, as strong and alive as he'd been just a few short weeks ago. Maybe it's some relief to Wrench when the tremble of the mattress pulls him up from them. Though the consolation of cold abandonment doesn't last much more than a second. Wrench senses he's not alone even before he turns completely on the woman occupying the other half of the bed. It's not as much of a shock this time around, which probably makes the man more culpable than he deserves to appear. Wrench is already rolling his eyes as he slips out of bed and raises his hands in a placating gesture of innocence.
It's bad enough when he's expected to cobble together an explanation for the newcomers; it can only be that much worse when this particular stranger has woken up to the two of them sharing a bed. His little IBM messaging device is on the nightstand, and he grabs it and starts punching out lines of text.
Don't freak out. I'm not a part of any of this. I won't hurt you.
w-w-w-wife guy~
Any comfort that could have given would've been temporary at best, but the unfamiliar woman is not even fortunate enough for that. After days of evading sleep, Wrench has finally collapsed. He's only been there a couple of hours, passing out without dinner after another long night of searching for anything that might explain his partner's disappearance. As far as this town is concerned, though, it's as if Grady never existed at all.
His dreams grant him another glimpse at the man, as strong and alive as he'd been just a few short weeks ago. Maybe it's some relief to Wrench when the tremble of the mattress pulls him up from them. Though the consolation of cold abandonment doesn't last much more than a second. Wrench senses he's not alone even before he turns completely on the woman occupying the other half of the bed. It's not as much of a shock this time around, which probably makes the man more culpable than he deserves to appear. Wrench is already rolling his eyes as he slips out of bed and raises his hands in a placating gesture of innocence.
It's bad enough when he's expected to cobble together an explanation for the newcomers; it can only be that much worse when this particular stranger has woken up to the two of them sharing a bed. His little IBM messaging device is on the nightstand, and he grabs it and starts punching out lines of text.
Don't freak out. I'm not a part of any of this. I won't hurt you.