05. pacing the room with heavy steps. ( darling to zane! )
he has been trying to shift the scientist's attention back to him, calling out his name, but so far darling just keeps pacing. endlessly, it seems to him; which isn't really fair, it surely hasn't been very long. after all, time here is more of an abstract concept, something he has long since lost familiarity with.
what is a second, what is a day, when nothing passes or changes? no day-night cycle, no seasons. no telling how long he has been here for.
'' armaani, come. sit down, would you? '' he can hear the man mutter under his breath, all the while he goes on pacing the length of the room, back and forth and then again. it's probably scientific jargon thomas would not follow very well, and yet, he would rather have it directed at him and not the walls. he pats the table where he has been scribbling (mostly nonsense) on and a chair suddenly materializes to replace empty space. '' talk to me, it does you no good to stress all on your own. ''
his tone has lost the earlier petulant edge. it's coaxing now, like he is saying something he finds very reasonable and wants the other to follow suit.
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