Crash of Worlds

10

The absolute level of joy little bottles of shampoos, conditioners and cleaning products produced within Alethea was truly something; there was even this small tube of toothpaste and she just looked overjoyed that when it came to having a shower, it just wouldn't be with plain water. Not that she'd mind doing that, but it never made her feel clean, especially her hair. Just water always made her hair tangly, it never felt refreshed, just knotty and gross.

Turning on her heels and exiting the bathroom, Alethea looked from the television, to Logan and back again. If her happiness was evident over cleaning products, then his confusion was evident as his head tilted over the fact, he clearly didn't know what was going on, on the screen. Leaning against the bathroom doorframe, she watched the television too before just shaking her head and walking over. Climbing back onto the bed, she looked at Logan curiously, not that it was hard but his attention was easily pulled away from the screen to her.

"Anything good on?" She tried to not sound like she was amused, honestly, his face over watching some soap drama was truly something. She didn't know if he understood French, to be honest it wouldn't surprise her one bit if he had several languages stored in his head; he'd definitely been around long enough to learn some. But he just looked so utterly bemused, she wasn't sure if it was just the bad acting, the storyline, or something else.

"Other than the news? No." He replied, waving the remote around as if that helped him explain, or hint that he was at least trying to avoid the news. Blinking slowly and looking back at Alethea, he nodded her way, "Unless you want that on?"

"Yikes, no." She winced and patted her knees before pointing back to the bathroom. "There's freebie stuff."

"That'll explain the noise," Logan found himself being on the receiving end of a half-felt glare. Yes, he heard her quietly exclaiming to herself over shampoo. He wasn't going to comment, but seems she bought it up.

Frowning, she placed her hands on the bed between them and leaned against them narrowing her eyes. "Can you honestly hear everything?"

Logan shook his head and pushed away from the headboard, "No," his head and mind could be fuzzy and loud at the best of times, but hearing everything would probably drive him around the bend. At least his disquieted thoughts and memories that could come washing over him were his, and his alone; not some noise or sense that was coming from three blocks away.

Alethea hummed and put a hand to her chin, Logan didn't like how thoughtful she was looking but, in the end, she shrugged and climbed back off of the bed. "I'm testing out the freebies." She waved over her shoulder and disappeared back into the bathroom, kicking the door behind herself as she went.

Logan rolled his eyes; he was leaving her to it. He sort of got the sense she was going to, especially when he could easily hear her marvelling over the fact that the shower gel smelled like vanilla. To be honest, once their moment earlier passed, they lapsed into quiet. It was comfortable quiet though, not awkward, just sitting there against the padded-out headboard just silently enjoying the peace. She left his side to use the toilet, then once she came back out, she looked thoughtful and backtracked. That's when she discovered the little bottles for the first time, for someone who wanted to explore the city, she seemed less interested in exploring the hotel room she was in for the night.

Looking slowly over at the window, Logan's eyes just stared towards the cityscape beyond; lights were easily seen, much like any and all cities, it was never truly dark, there was always light, always people about, always something happening. It was polarising, he had left in such heavy darkness and woken up in bright sunlight, that just the little things still caught him off guard; like bright lights in a city, when was the last time he saw that, let alone a city that was still standing?