#sven's qt btw...!!

[solitarysurvival-arch]

prompt 35 for mutejournalist? c:

He hasn’t really come across Sven’s sort before. It’s not as though he makes real effort with the other survivors to begin with— keeping them all at arm’s length is all he can do to keep from getting tangled up caring about the people he had to watch be gutted-bled-worn down by the day. 

What he does know is the other likes his notepad—Jake’s seen him scribbling away at it, watching birds or studying something mid-trial, or pondering the other survivors by the campfire. It doesn’t really concern him, whatever goes on in the man’s head, but he supposes they have that in common, watching on the outskirts

“So you don’t talk, huh?” It’s a candid observation; he’s by the fire, feeding scraps to one of the entity’s crows. Sven’s the only company today—others off in a trial, he’d expect. A wayward glances catches at the faint scarring at the journalist’s throat, and he realizes he’s never really bothered to notice it before. “That’s fine, you’re in good company” he continues, shifting to let the bird hop down from his arm, turns his gaze away pointedly. 

“I uh…” Hesitation hangs like a haze in the air; he’s never been good with this. “Thanks, for last trial.” You’d think he was pulling teeth. “If you hadn’t been watching my back… I don’t know. Anyway. You have a good eye.”