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[creeksidealtarboy]

"I been to - to a tractor museum," he laughs. "Don't wanna go - go back. The Louvre I like."

[hippie_ninja]

"Let's go then. Tomorrow after dinner, okay?" He knows now how to program it in, it'd be easy.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Maybe," he says a bit shyly. "Dunno if I should - should go out too much."

[hippie_ninja]

"It's just with me, and it's to the Enclosure." He shrugs. "I'm a Warden. If anyone complains about you not being under house arrest, we can tell them it's a professional thing."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I'll - I'll ask Brooklyn," he promises.

[hippie_ninja]

"All right," he nods. "How are you getting along so far?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

He shrugs. It's difficult to answer that question and so he doesn't.

"Dunno. I like him. Think he's - he's mad at me."

[hippie_ninja]

"For fighting with Dorian?" It's possible. He hasn't really seen how other wardens respond to violence, except with exasperation.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"For not telling him about - about my - " He points to his head, hoping that explains enough.

[hippie_ninja]

"I don't think most people here would be open about that." Most people here are so guarded it's a wonder they make connections at all, sometimes.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron just shrugs again. He seems to be doing a lot of that, though he rarely really knows the answer. "Maybe. I'm gonna just - just read a while," he mutters.

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah," he ought to go figure out what else happened and that means talking to Dorian, something he's not exactly looking forward to. "I'll see you tomorrow."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Okay. Bye - bye, Jesus," he says, standing up to retrieve one of his books from the desk.