Singularity

Archive Log: 25

Onora turned and looked at Walter, he blinked slowly and glanced down at her before his blue eyes flicked up when she tensed before him. Only because an arm suddenly appeared around her shoulders. He went to step forwards, but stopped mainly because of the casual hand which was waved his way. "Step down," Ledward said while taking one last swig of the bottle in his hand. Onora reached up and peeled his arm off from over her shoulders. Noticing the movement, Ledward looked at her, "I don't like the thought of you spending your last night lonely."

Onora hunched her shoulders and painfully smiled, "Ah, well...I'm sure I'll be fine." She half-turned and stood in between the synthetic and the drunk security officer. Walter stood still, motionless and staring with hard blue eyes as his hands rested by his sides. Ledward, however, was wobbling a little with squinted eyes as he pointed a finger upwards.

"If you are unable to find the correct setting for him, you know where I am." Ledward said with a sardonic smile, finger still waving their way as he looked close to cracking up over his own little personal, painful joke at Walter's expense.

Onora frowned, glared even as she shoved past the drunk officer. Walter remained, he tilted his head, "That was inappropriate. You should get some water, sober up, find some clarity and in the morning, apologise. Not to me, because you won't. But to her, you should." Walter said lowly as he walked past Ledward, the man swayed some more before leaning against the table as Walter moved after Onora. It wasn't hard, she was a little down the corridor, seemingly she had slid down the wall and now sat hunched over on the floor. Walter knelt, placing a hand to her shoulder he looked apologetic as she jumped and pulled her head from her knees. "Nora-"

"I wanted to punch him."

Walter tilted his head, for someone who hadn't shown a violent streak in the slightest, this surprised him. "That wouldn't solve matters."

"It might've knocked sense into him." Onora stated with a pointed look.

"It would've also hurt your hand."

"But it would've knocked sense into him," she repeated with a laugh.

"He may have passed out."

"I don't hit that hard." Onora sighed with a shake of her head.

Walter tilted his head with a thoughtful look. "I was more thinking if he fell back, and hit his head against the table." Onora laughed at his words, she probably shouldn't have, but she did. Walter smiled, looking around he looked back at her curiously. Onora just leaned her chin against her crossed arms, she placed them on top of her knees and just watched him. Walter frowned in thought before standing, Onora raised her eyebrows when he simply leaned down and held his hands out to her. She unwrapped her arms from around herself and lifted them up, Walter hooked his arms around her and easily stood up straight, pulling her up too. He even went one better and just decided to carry her in his arms down the corridor. Onora just sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder, she didn't mind being carried, she was actually quite comfortable being carried back to her room.

"Walter, did what Ledward say annoy you as much as it did me?" Onora peered up at him as he stopped walking, the door to her room quietly shut behind him as the low lights flickered on, sensing a presence in the room.

"Insults are not below me, I understand them. But my feelings towards them are indifferent. There will always be someone who finds it easier to pick on me, because of their own problems. Simply put: Ledward is jealous, because he likes you, or did like you and you choose to spend time with me, above all others." Walter said while walking over to the bed and looking down at her.

"Walter, the truth." Onora said with a small frown on her face, she reached up and turned his face back to look at her. He was glancing towards the window, looking lost at watching the stars. "I can take it."