[so, Allen's been working on getting some laundry done (wringing out wet clothes: very cathartic), and is therefore dressed in the oversized clothes he stole from the other city. waiting on clothes to dry is a pain, so he decides to chill in the Solar for a bit, a book in hand and curled up on the couch with Rowan as a canine next to him, her head comfortably under his left arm.
unfortunately, Allen doesn't seem to be focused on the book at all, mostly just kind of squinting at the page.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Week 1, Saturday, post-Trial
unfortunately, Allen doesn't seem to be focused on the book at all, mostly just kind of squinting at the page.]
no subject
he pauses when he sees Allen. ]
Dull book?
no subject
[he looks up, blinks, then looks back to the book.]
Oh. I don't know. I didn't get very far.
[and he closes the book.]
Were you wanting to sit?
no subject
No, I'm good.
[ but walks over to lean against one of the bookshelves. ]
But I appreciate the offer.
no subject
Of course. You've recently been injured... and it was pretty concerning hearing your name at the end, there.
no subject
It's been one hell of a week, I'll stay that.
no subject
And then the next week, too.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I don't know what to do.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject