Re: Detritus
Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 8:10 am
"Right," Adam said. He didn't want Sharon to be right. He didn't want to deal with this, to have yet another conflict, yet another trial. The sleep he'd gotten had only made him more tired, more anxious, and what he could use right now was some motion. Keep walking, forever.
But Maynard was screaming, probably because Gwen was dead. Adam wished he could go back to the hospital, could shout at her or keep an eye on her, keep her with them, hell, even get to know her just a little more and understand what she meant to Maynard. But this wasn't a situation where regret was going to bring him anything. It called for action, action of a sort somewhat new to Adam's time on the island.
"I'll handle it." He nodded to Sharon, stood. The sword lay on the ground behind him. He wouldn't need it. Maynard looked like he was on the edge of a panic attack. When kids freaked, when they got too into it in the ring or whatever, they had to sit down and chill. Adam was gonna get Maynard to take a time out, sit and think and realize that the last thing he should be doing to honor the dead was throwing a tantrum.
And on some level, there was more than that. Maynard wasn't the leader. He wasn't the tough guy. He wasn't expected to keep a stoic face. But right now? Right now, he looked like he wanted to break something. And that? He could join the fucking club. Adam didn't expect him to keep his tears in check, but he didn't get to get destructive, not when Adam had kept his head on straight the whole week when nothing would've felt better than wrecking someone's day.
So he stepped forward and grabbed for the spear a little more carelessly, a little more roughly than he otherwise might have, and as he did he grunted, "Calm down, man."
But Maynard was screaming, probably because Gwen was dead. Adam wished he could go back to the hospital, could shout at her or keep an eye on her, keep her with them, hell, even get to know her just a little more and understand what she meant to Maynard. But this wasn't a situation where regret was going to bring him anything. It called for action, action of a sort somewhat new to Adam's time on the island.
"I'll handle it." He nodded to Sharon, stood. The sword lay on the ground behind him. He wouldn't need it. Maynard looked like he was on the edge of a panic attack. When kids freaked, when they got too into it in the ring or whatever, they had to sit down and chill. Adam was gonna get Maynard to take a time out, sit and think and realize that the last thing he should be doing to honor the dead was throwing a tantrum.
And on some level, there was more than that. Maynard wasn't the leader. He wasn't the tough guy. He wasn't expected to keep a stoic face. But right now? Right now, he looked like he wanted to break something. And that? He could join the fucking club. Adam didn't expect him to keep his tears in check, but he didn't get to get destructive, not when Adam had kept his head on straight the whole week when nothing would've felt better than wrecking someone's day.
So he stepped forward and grabbed for the spear a little more carelessly, a little more roughly than he otherwise might have, and as he did he grunted, "Calm down, man."