[ Grey slips inside like a shadow, always silent and never concerned at how strange it might seem. As far as he's concerned, no one needs to know that he's here except Drew - particularly not the people watching the feeds from those cameras.
With his middle and index fingers, he touches his eyes, and then lifts out his phone to tap the camera. Grey tilts his head, an eyebrow raised. Those things are what he has the problem with. Cameras and watching.
Then he takes in Drew. He's dressed in bunched up bedsheets and looks like he's been lying awake for hours. Which he has been, of course, because Grey disturbed him. Grey's shoulders drop. He puts the phone down on Drew's dresser. He doesn't know whether sorry or thank you would be the better sentiment, so he ends up showing Drew both tattoos, and then gently reaching to push the window closed again. Tonight has not been a good night.
He settles on sorry, and shows it to Drew again. They're all static tattoos, for now. It seems even the moving ones have been, somehow, muted. ]
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With his middle and index fingers, he touches his eyes, and then lifts out his phone to tap the camera. Grey tilts his head, an eyebrow raised. Those things are what he has the problem with. Cameras and watching.
Then he takes in Drew. He's dressed in bunched up bedsheets and looks like he's been lying awake for hours. Which he has been, of course, because Grey disturbed him. Grey's shoulders drop. He puts the phone down on Drew's dresser. He doesn't know whether sorry or thank you would be the better sentiment, so he ends up showing Drew both tattoos, and then gently reaching to push the window closed again. Tonight has not been a good night.
He settles on sorry, and shows it to Drew again. They're all static tattoos, for now. It seems even the moving ones have been, somehow, muted. ]