A month sounds like a fair bit of time to Maine — right up until Nida says others have been here for a couple years.
The giant man's eyes widen in surprise. Years? How the fuck is that possible? He blinks rapidly, silently working to process that as Nida continues stacking wood. Those people must have chosen to stay. Chosen this life, for whatever reason. There's no way in hell they could be stuck here for so long.
Maine certainly won't be. He's fucking determined of that.
By the time the wood's all stacked, Maine's surprised has faded. He rises along with Nida. Waits until the other man is done stretching before offering a big, calloused hand to shake:
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The giant man's eyes widen in surprise. Years? How the fuck is that possible? He blinks rapidly, silently working to process that as Nida continues stacking wood. Those people must have chosen to stay. Chosen this life, for whatever reason. There's no way in hell they could be stuck here for so long.
Maine certainly won't be. He's fucking determined of that.
By the time the wood's all stacked, Maine's surprised has faded. He rises along with Nida. Waits until the other man is done stretching before offering a big, calloused hand to shake:
"Maine."