[Paul lapses into silence. His mental scrawl stills. He can sense Oscar’s withdrawal, close enough to his own feelings he has to suppress the instinctive buck of his defensive conditioning against planted emotion, but he doesn’t know what to do about it.
Oscar isn’t a guest. He’s a shipwrecked soul cast up on an unsuitable beach, and there is no pleasantry that can erase the circumstances of how he came to be here. Paul worked too much havoc to pretend at being a good host now.]
You’re not a problem.
[That’s the only other thing he writes. There’s nothing else to say.]
no subject
Oscar isn’t a guest. He’s a shipwrecked soul cast up on an unsuitable beach, and there is no pleasantry that can erase the circumstances of how he came to be here. Paul worked too much havoc to pretend at being a good host now.]
You’re not a problem.
[That’s the only other thing he writes. There’s nothing else to say.]