It doesn't take long to settle into some kind of a routine, and Wrench is glad to do it. In fact, he'd be hard-pressed to think it isn't Arthur who's doing him the favor. After all, it's Wrench who practically insisted his presence upon the other man, and it's Wrench's doing that they can't just speak back and forth to one another like the other man could with virtually anyone else in this godforsaken bunker.

But as long as the other man's good humor holds, so will Wrench's interest in the conversation. He wonders if his eagerness is too clear a sign that he's been lacking in human interaction for a very long time.

One tap for no. Wrench pauses, and wonders. He doubts Arthur is either. If he were, another one of the townsfolk might've been faster to approach their neighbor and lend a hand. He decides to risk it, drawing a series of numbers into the man's open palm this time: 2016.