[Qubit's approach just in the nick of time, as Carlisle was trying to talk himself out of leaving. He's doing nothing but worrying about if his scarf is covering his face, if his outfit is presentable, if people can tell there is a monster their midst — why should he be here if he's not having much fun?
Because he needs the interaction, he reminds himself. He's done nothing but sulk in his own solitude lately, and that unhealthy isolation one of those things that did him no favors, in the end. He needs to at least attempt to be human, even if he's not trying very hard when he's parked on the wall. His eyes flick to Qubit when he's called, and there is a definite warmth that crosses the clergyman's expression, however covered it may be by his scarf.]
They wouldn't let me wear my mask. I was relieved to have an alternative, or I might not have come at all.
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Because he needs the interaction, he reminds himself. He's done nothing but sulk in his own solitude lately, and that unhealthy isolation one of those things that did him no favors, in the end. He needs to at least attempt to be human, even if he's not trying very hard when he's parked on the wall. His eyes flick to Qubit when he's called, and there is a definite warmth that crosses the clergyman's expression, however covered it may be by his scarf.]
They wouldn't let me wear my mask. I was relieved to have an alternative, or I might not have come at all.