His smile looked so painfully similar; she had only seen a few familiar faces since arriving at the Communityâs base, and those whom she did recognize as being held captive wore those same, weary, broken expressions. It was like trying to mask a stench with flowery aerosol: barely concealing what lay beneath the spray and ultimately, ineffective. Piper hadnât felt the need to wear one until now, coming face to face and mirroring the slight quirk of his lips as though instinctual. Every muscle tensed at the sudden question, but really, she should have expected as much from⊠Paddic. Yeah, he had always been a rather blunt one, from their short conversations. And now that was a trait Piper found herself slightly envious of, to stop feeding around the bush when there was no point to it any longer. â⊠I am, too. I have to - at least to see whatâs left of it. But, if youâre looking for information, they took everything written down. Journals, papers, they have all of it,â And she had only memories - tidbits here and there of what Logan had felt comfortable or, rather non-threatening to disclose. She had never given him reason to hold anything back, really. âPiper. And itâs okay - the last thing Iâd expect is for anyone wanting to remember names of their cell-neighbors,â There had been death - more than she could recall, more than there should have been. Butâ No, there wasnât time to get overly emotional. Not this close. âPaddy,â She repeated with a fondness, definitely preferring the nickname. This time her smile didnât feel so tight; maybe even relieved, knowing that she didnât have to face what lay ahead alone anymore. âWeâll go together then? Get some closure and, figure the rest out afterwards?â
âThey think they know whatâs best for us...as if we are bloody children,â he said with a scuff. Paddic hated to be treated with kid gloves. âItâs really annoying If Iâm being honest. We arenât living it the old world where the slightest bad news will cause a panic. We already have those damn dead ones walkinâ âround.â he shook his head. Paddic would argue that even in the old world the public deserved to know the truth even if it was bad. The fact that those who saved them were keeping it a secret lead him to believe that something bad had happened to them. âPipper and Paddy on our way to find some answers,â he said in a soft sing-song voice. He smiled at her, âIt is always better when you have a good friend to go on a journey. Though, I donât know if Iâm a good company. I complain a lot and donât know how to shut up. Ever since I was a boy really. Iâd get marked up because Iâd talk to whoever was sitting next to me. Well talking and starting fights.â Paddic put his hands up and jabbed the air a bit. He smiled at the fond memory of his past. âI reckon my mum thought Iâd grow up to be a boxer or end up in jail.â He laughed. âPiper, when you were a babe what did your parents think youâd be?â He asked. Starved for interaction he often talked the other personâs ear off. He really wanted to ask if she was always hungry, but he wanted to wait until they were a little bit more acquainted with each other.Â