The work was monotonous, absolutely mind numbing, but that was probably for the best. It gave Kavinsky something to do, and it kept him, during the days at least, from thinking too much about Proko. The rest of the time, though? Well, he found ways.
During the days, he couldn't stop Proko from going out and doing whatever it was he wanted to do. Kavinsky tried to not worry about it too much. It was a big station, there were a lot of people. And a lot stranger looking people than Proko. As long as he didn't get flustered, nobody was going to think he was anything out of the ordinary. He wasn't special.
Except he was. And Kavinsky was definitely in trouble about it. So maybe he was staying out a little later than he needed to, coming back a little later in the evenings. That was alright. It kept him from thinking about things too much. And that was probably better for both of them, in the long run.
But damn if he wasn't exhausted.
During the days, he couldn't stop Proko from going out and doing whatever it was he wanted to do. Kavinsky tried to not worry about it too much. It was a big station, there were a lot of people. And a lot stranger looking people than Proko. As long as he didn't get flustered, nobody was going to think he was anything out of the ordinary. He wasn't special.
Except he was. And Kavinsky was definitely in trouble about it. So maybe he was staying out a little later than he needed to, coming back a little later in the evenings. That was alright. It kept him from thinking about things too much. And that was probably better for both of them, in the long run.
But damn if he wasn't exhausted.