Singularity

Archive Log: 06

"You stayed all night?" Walter looked up when he heard the tired voice speak out. Onora was awake, she was looking at him with still tired eyes, but she was awake somewhat. She sounded confused, and Walter would say she looked it too; with a light frown on her face as her eyes narrowed to focus on him. She rubbed at them to rid the last remnants of sleep away before pushing herself up to sit. The baggy t-shirt she had fallen asleep in was squiffy from sleep, tossing and turning had caused the neckline to wrap and move over her shoulder. Fidgeting and pulling it downwards, she crossed her legs under the cover and stretched her arms. Walter just sat and watched, hands in his lap.

Slowly though, she turned and looked to him, clearly thinking that he was going to reply. Walter looked up at the ceiling and started slightly, he straightened in his seat and even scooted forwards a little to sit on the edge. He didn't know her question was literal. Rather, he suspected it was rhetorical. It seemed rhetorical, after all, the answer was himself, and he was sitting in the same chair. "Yes." Was all Walter said as an answer, he really didn't quite know what else to say, other than that.

Onora smiled and turned in the bed so she was facing him. She altered the cover and placed her hands in front of herself, "Why?"

"Why?" Walter repeated quietly.

"Yes, why? I thought you were staying until I fell asleep?"

Walter looked around the simple room, taking in the fact she hadn't really unpacked and the furniture was all left ignored for the moment. Her suitcases had been opened and raided through, he could see the undone zips, and items of clothes peeking out. "You fell asleep relatively quickly, to me commencing reading." He started, Onora just nodded. That didn't seem to surprise her at all. "I continued reading, and lost track of time."

Onora laughed, Walter tilted his head, was something funny? Onora rubbed at her eyes again before combing her hands through her hair. It had come out of the tie in the night and as such, was all tangled and over her shoulders. Patting about, she found the tie and started to braid her hair back up for the time being. "Can you lose track of time?"

Walter smiled slowly, "I do not believe so."

"Didn't think so," Onora swung her legs out of bed and patted her knees. With the fact that Walter had dragged the chair close to her bedside last night, when her legs finally left the warmth of the bed, their knees were practically touching. "You just didn't want to be alone?"

Walter's eyes narrowed slightly. "Perhaps that's why."

Onora looked at him sympathetically then. "I wasn't much company."

"Sleep is important." Walter said instantly, without a second to even contemplate a reply. Onora just raised an eyebrow, Walter stared at her. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, thinking of some sort of social prompt here. Wasn't that what people tended to ask in the morning to one another? Onora rubbed at her neck, "Are you in pain?" Walter asked, even shifting a little more in his seat. If he edged forwards anymore, he'd either end up kneeling in front of her or standing.

"I sleep weirdly."

"Yes, I did not wish to say anything. But you were laying very strangely at some points throughout the night." Walter watched as she laughed nervously and rested her hands on her shoulders, seemingly just rubbing them gently. Walter watched her hands before tilting his head and standing slowly, Onora just looked up at him and watched as he sat down beside her. "May I?"

"Er...sure..." Onora sounded confused, yet turned and looked to the wall. She was just staring up at it, in all its bland marvellousness, that she jumped when she felt hands on her shoulders.

"Sorry." Walter apologised, he didn't mean to startle her. Yet it seemed to be something which he may have already got into the habit of doing. Onora didn't seem like an overly jumpy person, sceptical, yes, hesitant at most, but not jumpy. Walter couldn't help but frown, he didn't mean or want to unnerve someone. He couldn't help but muse slightly, or rather the blatant obviousness just came to him: she couldn't be that unnerved by him to let him touch her, or act totally casual by awaking to him still being present.