Frank hasn't exactly been avoiding Sam. He'd helped with the initial exploration, and after that he hadn't been around town much, or seen the guy around when he was. So far, every trip he's taken out into those woods has taught him more about trapping rabbits than how to get out. But he could have sought Sam out, and might have, if there had been a particular point. Either the guy recognized him, or he didn't, and if they were going to get out of here tomorrow it didn't much matter to Frank which was true, so long as he didn't do anything about it.
Here, looking at the sheets going up on the walls, the gathering of their small number and the idea of trade circulating like they were settlers on the frontier instead of lab rats in a well-forested terrarium, is when it really starts to feel like they're going to be here a while. And one of these days, Sam will recognize him. He'll do whatever he's going to do.
Why not today. Frank waits, watching people come and go from the sidelines a while, until it seems like Sam has done most of what he came here for, before he approaches.
"Wilson," he says with a nod of his chin in greeting. "You got a minute? We should talk." Frank bobs his temple toward the kitchen, for at least a little bit of privacy.
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Here, looking at the sheets going up on the walls, the gathering of their small number and the idea of trade circulating like they were settlers on the frontier instead of lab rats in a well-forested terrarium, is when it really starts to feel like they're going to be here a while. And one of these days, Sam will recognize him. He'll do whatever he's going to do.
Why not today. Frank waits, watching people come and go from the sidelines a while, until it seems like Sam has done most of what he came here for, before he approaches.
"Wilson," he says with a nod of his chin in greeting. "You got a minute? We should talk." Frank bobs his temple toward the kitchen, for at least a little bit of privacy.