.. You didn’t have to say yes. [ Scott hadn’t expected him to; not after what he’d done. But after what Scott had just found out.. Pavel was the only person he had left. And he knew that was his fault, and that he shouldn’t have bothered Pavel, but he had no idea what else to do. Scott turned, leaning his shoulder against the wall instead, as he glanced at Pavel. He hadn’t spoken to him in weeks. There was a million things he wanted to ask, because he could tell that Pavel was suffering too. But Scott didn’t know what he could say. He didn’t think he deserved to know; though he had a pretty good idea as to to whose fault it was. ] You’re different.
[ Well that was true. He didn’t have to say yes, and he could have just let Scott find some other place to sit, probably all squished between two people. Pavel fidgeted with the sleeping bag under him. He had gotten so use to the beds, it was going to be hard to adjust to the sleeping bags again. Things felt as though they were finally settling down. Things were almost normal in the sense that they were no longer constantly on the run. But with any luck, the water would regress and they’d clean up, and things would be fine again. Pavel would go on training in preparation for a day he wasn’t sure was coming at all.
At Scott’s observation, Pavel felt like his heart dropped straight down into his stomach. ] …Yes. I know.
That is very, very interesting. Well, you can share them with me! I am a reporter, so I am both very fascinated with new things and know very little.
I believe I have more productive things to do then teach you about Russia.
Russian? Oh, how interesting! That is amazing, I thought the culture died out but apparently not. I wish I knew some Russian, but the Boy Scouts and school systems only offered me modified Sumerian.
There aren’t too many of us around, I’m afraid. I think there’s someone else in the Capitol, but I’ve never met him or hosted with him. What’s his name again, Kevin maybe?
My father kept books of our culture and history. I do not know where these books are now. It is difficult to maintain culture now that I have no one to share these things with.
I would not know.
[ Scott blinked at his reply. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but despite knowing how different Pavel was, he was still a little surprised. He had no idea where he was going to go when Pavel didn’t want him there anymore, but he took it anyway, sitting down quickly with his back against the wall. He left space between them and put his sleeping bag there, knowing he wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. He wasn’t cold either. He just felt.. nothing. When Scott tuned in, he could hear the conversations going on around the room, though most were talking in quiet murmurs. Not really interested, Scott stared ahead, trying to process what he’d just been told. Suddenly, he pulled his legs up, before he realised that he hadn’t replied. ] .. Thanks. For this.
[ He missed Scott. A lot. He missed talking to him, and hearing what he had to say. He missed being around him. But Pavel knew Scott wouldn’t like what he had become. Pavel had convinced himself so greatly in Scott’s would-be disappointment, that he had decided that things would be better off if their relationship was abruptly cut off, despite the bonding that made it nearly impossible. ] There is no reason to thank me. You needed a space, and there are not many.
Unfortunately, I think you’re gonna have to get used to it. Thing don’t seem to be getting any better.
”Ah, well, that makes sense. Is there something in particular
that you wanted to do out there, or?”
Not be with people.
Of course, I was just wondering, you know, some people prefer to be called by, oh say…a nickname or their last name or some name entirely unrelated to their own. But anyways, I will stick to Pavel, a very nice name if I do say so myself.
No need to apologize, it’s mostly me. Sorry, sometimes I just talk a lot. You know, it kind of goes with being a radio host and being given not-quite-free reign over scripts and whatever.
…it is Russian.
You are radio host? I have never met radio host before.
[ Scott didn’t know what he was feeling, but he knew he’d run out of options. If he had to put a label on it, he’d guess he was in shock, but what had just happened hadn’t really registered with him yet. So he just kept moving, following the rest of the group and staying clear of everyone. But then they all started to settle down, and Scott was left standing near the stairs, feeling more out of place than he ever had. For the first time since he’d been carried out of the Capitol, he was forced to make a decision for himself. And there was only one person he thought might not yell at him. Scott slowly walked over, refusing to let himself think about it just then. He glanced down at Pavel, hands clutching the sleeping bag a guard had thrown at him minutes earlier. ] Um.. can I — can I sit here..?
[ Since their escape from the flash flood, Pavel had staked to a little claim of ground to himself - apart from the others. From the rescue of the rebels in the Capitol to arriving in Paradise, Pavel never quite recovered. He distanced himself from the friends he fought so hard to save, physically and mentally. Though he hasn’t admitted it, he knew he wasn’t the same person he was a few months prior. So, now that they were moving in a group again, Pavel made sure that he had several feet between him and anyone else on all three sides, the fourth side being a ruin wall that Pavel was currently sitting against.
It took him a moment to realize he wasn’t so alone anymore. There was Scott. He looked up at him, then back at his little situated place in the group. He wanted to be alone. Still, he gave a little nod. ] For now.
…What are you wanting to do?
I do not know. Something. But I do not want to be stuck inside.