[ Geoffrey slowly uncurls as the heat generated begins to ebb back into the car. It helps that Ray just drove down here, the heat hadn't long vanished, and it returned steadily enough, though not fast enough to immediately quell his shaking. His arms unlinked from under his knees, though, and he sat the rest of the way up, reaching to pull the belt across his lap. No shoulder strap. Odd car.
If anything, though, he's warmed by how caring - how conscientious - Ray is being. Which is reasonable because apparently they're friends. He hasn't questioned him about the ducks or the moon or the park or the vodka, didn't embarrass him in front of the policeman, and turned up the heat inside the car without Geoffrey needing to say a word.
And now he's worried that he has amnesia, or a head injury. That's good friendly stuff.
To tell the truth it's more than anyone's cared about his wellbeing for a long time. Other than 'dear God if he's gone crazy again what will I do?' Amnesia is a refreshing change to barking mad, actually. It's far more genuine, more human and less prejudging than anything Geoffrey's used to (although to be fair he brings these things on himself).
He let himself show a little of his coldness then, bringing his hands up, the sleeves held tight in his hands, and reaching across to turn the slotted radiator into his chest. He licked his lips, ducked his face into the warmth. ]
Of course we work together. [ And that made sense too. This could be an actor's car. The guy was an American - even if there was something off about his accent - and he did have that look about him, like he could carry a line, put on a show. He had good teeth, too. Yes, Ray could be an actor. Probably his new lead, right? Why didn't he remember that? ]
I don't think I did. I'd-- [ He scratched the back of his neck, in the scruff of hair there. ] I'd remember something like that, wouldn't I? A blow to the head?
Then again I don't usually forget people's names. Or anything, really. [ He dropped his hands back into his lap, his shoulders hunched slightly forward. ] Can you drive me...uh. [ Home? The hotel? Did he really want to make it seem like he didn't know where he was staying on top of everything else? He was already humiliated. He waved his hand. ] You know.
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If anything, though, he's warmed by how caring - how conscientious - Ray is being. Which is reasonable because apparently they're friends. He hasn't questioned him about the ducks or the moon or the park or the vodka, didn't embarrass him in front of the policeman, and turned up the heat inside the car without Geoffrey needing to say a word.
And now he's worried that he has amnesia, or a head injury. That's good friendly stuff.
To tell the truth it's more than anyone's cared about his wellbeing for a long time. Other than 'dear God if he's gone crazy again what will I do?' Amnesia is a refreshing change to barking mad, actually. It's far more genuine, more human and less prejudging than anything Geoffrey's used to (although to be fair he brings these things on himself).
He let himself show a little of his coldness then, bringing his hands up, the sleeves held tight in his hands, and reaching across to turn the slotted radiator into his chest. He licked his lips, ducked his face into the warmth. ]
Of course we work together. [ And that made sense too. This could be an actor's car. The guy was an American - even if there was something off about his accent - and he did have that look about him, like he could carry a line, put on a show. He had good teeth, too. Yes, Ray could be an actor. Probably his new lead, right? Why didn't he remember that? ]
I don't think I did. I'd-- [ He scratched the back of his neck, in the scruff of hair there. ] I'd remember something like that, wouldn't I? A blow to the head?
Then again I don't usually forget people's names. Or anything, really. [ He dropped his hands back into his lap, his shoulders hunched slightly forward. ] Can you drive me...uh. [ Home? The hotel? Did he really want to make it seem like he didn't know where he was staying on top of everything else? He was already humiliated. He waved his hand. ] You know.