Log File 2017.06.08

Settling into the office life wasn’t entirely working for Gavin as a distraction for a growing concern. At least…it wasn’t working as he’d like— perhaps his only amusement was keeping the rest of the department away by letting the lower minions know that on day-one communication should be by phone or electronic communication. If a meeting required a face-to-face talk, it had better be very important. Max had been a handful for Steena as it was after events concluded out at sea and that Pyramid. So when his nights had grown more restless from the dreams reminding him of a long buried past— he’d kept to his own devices and held off mentioning anything to her. It’d been manageable until just recently, perhaps starting the new position at Winters Enterprises had set him more on edge to stir things up too much.

The tension had been growing and Steena noticed if not from his body language alone, also by what she could perceive of his thoughts. He’d only relaxed slightly as his senses took note of her familiar presence. He was slightly amused when she’d appeared in the office to comment on the ‘wolf’ rumors that’d worked to keep unwanted company away from him. Though the humor wained as she zeroed in on his mood. Cutting to the point, he mentions recently there’ve been reminders of ‘before’ his time in the center. Dreams. Surrounding a cat. Well…not just a cat but it was the common image in all the reoccurring images. Starting out as a black cat that glares at him with blue eyes like he’s the devil himself before running down an alley. That leaves him to return to going inside the building he isn’t fully sure he remembers or not…only to find blood on white carpet coming from bodies on the floor. He wasn’t certain if he should recognize them either. Something moves from the side, Gavin remembers turning and having some recognition but no face to recall as he reaches out in anger to crush the individual’s neck.

Steena was already probing the edges of his mind, and not seeing anything suggesting that Gavin wasn’t still in control of himself. Even going so far as to suggest that he might be craving Chinese. That earned a glare from him, along with a blunt statement of having said type of food earlier in the week. The office wasn’t the place to really delve into the matter fully in the first place, but she offered to look during the weekend when she wasn’t buried in work. Moving close to set a reassuring hand on his shoulder and offer up the idea that perhaps his conscience was haunting him for past actions. She’d seen enough to know what he was capable of…and what he’d actually done prior to now. The thought of even having a conscience was laughable to him. Though…while not in the more private space of the apartment, it was time to call it a night and head home. Perhaps for a bit of dinner beforehand…he didn’t care what so long as it was food, and not Chinese at the moment. Steena did him one better and took him to the usual steakhouse she’d introduced him to a long time back and continued to bring him to when he’d been in a mood. It’d allow Gavin a bit of distraction as well as allow Steena time to discretely familiarize her with his mindscape before a more thorough look into his head.

#GavinFrey #SteenaWinters