week 09, late monday night w/ luke

[It's getting late in the day. Secrets have been announced. Relationships have either been ruined or strengthened. And in the middle of the mess that all of this has created, on the ship or back home, some people have decided that locking themselves up in order to wallow in their own stereotypical angst is the way to go. These people, of course, include Jason.

The robots will come fetch him around 10:30pm, "gently" dragging him out of his room, out of his unit, and then depositing him in the hallway. There are definitely some insults being tossed around, some under his breath and some not — but those aren't nearly as important. What is important, however, is that he spots Luke as he begins to readjust his clothes, trying to pretend he still has some dignity left.

There's a pause here, like he's trying to figure out if talking about anything today is worth it or not, but. Well. Might as well.]

Well, I'll be damned... You're looking pretty spry for a dead guy.

[Ah. Yes. What a good way to start a conversation. The best way. Nailed it. Never mind the fact that, after today, everyone knows Jason has died.]