Mason was sure the citizens of Alexandria weren’t very fond of their group. Most of them probably played it off with fake smiles as they passed, secretly wishing death upon them, or Deanna to kick them out. There was just a lot going on and it was easy to fall into that chaos. But, Mason tried to keep his head above water, trying to make a life here if this was a permanent thing.
Mason felt this conversation wasn’t getting anywhere, that this man was digging. Maybe it was his paranoia getting to him. Aaron was nice enough, so maybe he should trust his significant other. To a certain degree. “My family’s farm. Livestock, horses, crops. All the works. Been in the family for a hundred years.” How he missed his home, how he craved it or something close to it.
❝ must have been … fun , growin’ up there . interesting at least . ❞ eric was being altogether serious , but even to his own ears the tone of his voice sounded less than genuine . it wasn’t the topic which had the man swathed in apparent apathy , but the general mood . why should HE try when it felt as though his companion wasn’t doing the same ?
because the other option was walking in uncomfortable silence , that’s why . fingernails scratched against the knife hilt strapped to his hip as eric reached for some way to prolong the conversation . ❝ we have a few farms where i’m from , mostly orchards though , whole bunch of’em were you more into the animals or the crops ? ❞
