cursed

[Arden Patricks]

"Which doesn't mean that they would," I point out, raising my eyebrows. "Katie and Micheal in particular... and Chance is quite good at piecing things togethwer, so if Katie said there was a creepy guy at aunt Arden's house... never mind, I'm just being paranoid. They've probably fallen out of the habit, anyway."

[Logan Andrews]

I decide to let the 'creepy' thing slide.
"Can't you tell the parents that you're sick and potentially infectious or something so you can't look after the kids for a bit? I'll be gone in a few days."
Now she's put it that way, I'm concerned about it too. I don't want to be ratted out by a couple of kids.

[Arden Patricks]

I raise my eyebrows at that again, faintly amused. "Considering the parents are Lilith and Chance, the two who literally broke into my house after Travis died... no." Then I pause, as the last thing he's said sinks in. "And exactly where are you going in a couple of days?"

[Logan Andrews]

I half-shrug then. "Ah, nevermind then."
Then I frown slightly, because I thought it was a given that I had to leave very soon. "I don't know yet. Somewhere else. I have to figure it out first."
I can't stay here indefinitely. I have to go somewhere because the longer I stay in one place the crazier I'll get and the more likely it is that I will get caught. And also, it's not fair to just stay when she has a life of her own and doesn't need my presence in it.

[Arden Patricks]

"Hm...." I eye him for a moment, but eventually have to nod. I suppose hr couldn't stay here forever, nor do I want him to.

[Logan Andrews]

"So the baby-sitting isn't an issue." I shrug.

[Arden Patricks]

"No, guess not," I agree, shrugging. Though you not knowing where you're going kind of is.

[Logan Andrews]

Now I'm going to have to think again.
I don't know where to go, which is slightly worrying, but I don't want to think about that and now it's in my head.
I'll find somewhere, I suppose. Somewhere really really far away from here and live out the rest of my days as a hermit or something, although maybe not quite so isolated. The isolation in Azkaban was quite bad enough.

[Arden Patricks]

"I imagine you'll be going somewhere fairly far away," I mention after a moment or two of silence.

[Logan Andrews]

"That is the vague plan," I nod.

[Arden Patricks]

"Mm... very vague," I nod, then shrug. "I wound up in Canada with that plan."

[Logan Andrews]

"Well, I don't think it really needs to be precise." I shrug. "Canada? There's a thought. That was when you just cleared off, right?"
About when she stopped coming to see me, I think she's already mentioned it.

[Arden Patricks]

"Yeah, that was then," I nod, not looking at him.

[Logan Andrews]

"I see." I nod, but then I don't know what to say.

[Arden Patricks]

And another conversation takes a kamikaze dive....
I sigh after a moment, getting up to kick one of the boxes I'd taken out of the closet earlier but haven't sorted through yet. There is no real purpose to doing so, but somehow I feel almost like I've accomplished something.

[Logan Andrews]

I glance up at her, at the box, then back up at her again and raise an eyebrow.
That didn't seem entirely necessary to me.

[Arden Patricks]

"Don't ask," I mutter, sighing and shaking my head when I notice his look.

[Logan Andrews]

"Wasn't going to." I shrug.

[Arden Patricks]

"Good, because I wouldn't have an answer," I shrug, then glance doen at the box and kick it lightly again.

[Logan Andrews]

"Maybe you should stop it though." I suggest slowly as she kicks the box again.

[Arden Patricks]

"Probably," I shrug in agreement, turning to go and sit back down where I was before. "Talking to people makes me fidgety."

[Logan Andrews]

"Oh, right." I agree after a moment, although I don't think that's entirely normal and we're barely talking about anything anyway.

[Arden Patricks]

"Do you not have that problem then?" I ask after a moment, something highly elusive tugging at my memory.

[Logan Andrews]

I shrug. "Not now, no."
I think all that isolation in my cell has sort of done in any part of me that would much rather just be alone, all of the time. I'm still stuck on being grateful for any conversation or human contact that I can get at the moment.
"Why'd you ask?"

[Arden Patricks]

"I don't know...." I frown slightly. "I just... remembered something, without actually remembering what it was."

[Logan Andrews]

"You just remembered something without remembering what it was?" I repeat, sort of curiously. "That's odd."

[Arden Patricks]

"Kind of, but it happens." I shrug again. "Not very often, but it happens."
I do kind of hate that feeling, but I'm pretty well used to it - the sudden, startling realization that something I've just seen or heard is incredibly familiar, followed by a complete inability to figure out why.

[Logan Andrews]

"Is that normal?" I ask with a half-shrug.

[Arden Patricks]

I shrug yet again. "Not as far as I know, but it is for me."

[Logan Andrews]

"Well...good luck with remembering whatever it was then." I'm getting sick of shrugging, but I do it anyway.
I suppose it just helps with maintaining the flippancy.