Since last they met, certainly Prior has taken steps to keep his distance (mostly because he thinks Hickey's lost his mind). He hasn't asked around either – that's not really his business (not anymore) – but as of late, plainly, it's been a bit difficult to avoid the subject.
Curious and slow in his approach, like a meandering cat, Prior watches Hickey's obvious display. It's a preening that reminds him of the peacocks at the bird house, tail feathers splayed and shaking for attention. He wants to say you've already got the mate, you bloody loon, but realizes it's less a display of sexual viability (or lack thereof, in this case) and more a demonstration of prowess. As if to say look what I've got.
He purposefully waits until Hickey passes his cabin door before speaking up. "I think I might have to change my name," he notes flatly from the door. "Three people have already mistakenly congratulated me..."
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Since last they met, certainly Prior has taken steps to keep his distance (mostly because he thinks Hickey's lost his mind). He hasn't asked around either – that's not really his business (not anymore) – but as of late, plainly, it's been a bit difficult to avoid the subject.
Curious and slow in his approach, like a meandering cat, Prior watches Hickey's obvious display. It's a preening that reminds him of the peacocks at the bird house, tail feathers splayed and shaking for attention. He wants to say you've already got the mate, you bloody loon, but realizes it's less a display of sexual viability (or lack thereof, in this case) and more a demonstration of prowess. As if to say look what I've got.
He purposefully waits until Hickey passes his cabin door before speaking up. "I think I might have to change my name," he notes flatly from the door. "Three people have already mistakenly congratulated me..."