bad luck, old sport

[goingtobeunwell]

Who: Francis Crozier and OTA
What: Uh oh, more bad luck for Milton's other resident old man!
When: Throughout February
Where: Crozier's igloo, the town and the outskirts, the basin

Content Warnings: The Terror AMC™'s specific flavor of horror -- possible mentions of cannibalism, starvation, illness, murder, gore, addiction, Victorians

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[goingtobeunwell]

He's not optimistic, but this young man doesn't need to know that. He doesn't need to fear monsters and a potential bad way out.

He grunts softly in agreement.

[solitarysoul]

If Levi was ever optimistic, its since withered into less than nothing. He's seen his own monsters, but he won't mention them. Others didn't need to deal with his problems or traumas.

"I guess...we just do what we can." Like they had been.

[goingtobeunwell]

"That's what we've been doing, isn't it?" And yet someone had still died.

[solitarysoul]

"...yeah. Its all we can do."

[goingtobeunwell]

Oh, he hates to leave the conversation as grim as this. His melancholy needn't infect the youth.

"Let me walk you back to the Community Center."

[solitarysoul]

He shakes his head but stands up. "Thank you, but you don't need to. I wouldn't want to take you from your duty." Even if it was hopefully an uneeded watch.

[goingtobeunwell]

He watches him rise and frowns softly, but doesn't argue. He doubts the young man would let anyone take care of him, but in this moment Crozier decides he won't stop asking.