Dim

Looking up from the floor, Clint was genuinely surprised to Wes. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in here. His eyes quickly fell again though as he stared at an oil stain in the concrete. He was silent for a full two minutes before he slowly got to his feet, wincing as he torqued his wrist. "I didn't think something like this needed noticing." He stopped and glanced down at him with eyes that were dim. "But I guess in your line of work, you need to stay pretty focused." 

Not saying any more, he kept on walking out of the garage into the evening air. Instead of aiming for the house though, his feet carried him towards the back pasture fence where he stopped and leaned on it, just looking out at the dimming sky.


Garret was impressed that Thirteen was willing to talk to him a little more, and that she didn't run away, even though she was very obviously scared. A little smile creased his lips. He wasn't hungry or thirsty, but... for a moment, he thought of what Maggie would be like in Thirteen's shoes. 

"Sure," he accepted. "A milkshake sounds really good. Surprise me with a flavor." 


"I... haven't been here in a very long time." Hunter walked along the lake, holding Ryan's hand. He carried his jacket over his arm as it had become a warm day. His pace was slow, just enjoying the peaceful scenery. 

Finding a nice grassy spot, he stopped and sat down, pulling Ryan down with him and setting her between his legs with her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and set his chin on her shoulder as he looked out over the sparkling lake. "Thanks for spending the day with me... this has been fun."