He sighed, then shrugged. "I…don't actually know. I used to hear it a lot, but I never knew the name." He replied, then started humming again. He carved out handles on the tops of the boards, then started trying to get out the bits that would splinter. He had nearly completed one crutch, though it was very rough and only vaguely crutch shaped.
“Are there words to it?” She opened one of her eyes and looked over at him before closing it again. The crutch looked decent, better than she could’ve done, and with a little creativeness, it could easily work. Delia settled back into her silence as she tried to think of the words to the song, though none really came to mind.
He shook his head. "Strictly instrumental." He replied. He handed her the finished crutch, and started to finish up the second one. "If I had sandpaper, I could get rid of the rough edges, but…" He shrugged slightly, and kept working.
Delia looked over the crutch, nodding, “It looks amazing, thank you again.” She sat up and grabbed one of the two woolen socks, starting to tie it around the top of the crunch where her arm would sit. As she worked, one of the only songs she remembered by heart popped into her head and she started humming as well. The sun was growing darker as night fell and she knew, as much as she wanted one, a fire was not a option unless they wanted to draw more attention to themselves.
Jay nodded, and kept working. He stopped for a moment, and looked at her. "You never did tell me your name, but I believe I told you mine." He remarked, then kept working. "So what should I call you?" He asked, keeping his strange, golden eyes focused on his work.
“Do you want to know my name? Or the name you should call me by?” She joked, knowing herself that they were the exact same thing even if he didn’t. Once she tied off the end of the sock over the crutch top, she set it next to herself and laid back again. Her eyes flicked shut and she went back to her resting, not bothering to pull out her blanket from her pack. Using it as a pillow made more sense at the moment and she couldn’t make herself overly comfortable, she still needed to be on guard Incase Jay went crazy.
"Both." He replied with a small smile. He kept working on the second crutch, knife rasping along the wood and throwing shavings onto the floor.
She tipped her head and looked over at him with a tiny smile, only bothering to open one eye, “My name is Delia Wavernt, you can just call me Delia though.” Surprisingly, when she glanced down at her leg to make sure it was still doing alright, she realized it didn’t hurt as much as before. Probably because the Tylenol had kicked in a while ago.
Jay nodded. "Alright. Nice to meet you, Delia." He replied. He stopped carving, and looked at the crutch carefully, slowly running a hand along it. "Good, it's straight." He said, mostly to himself. He set it down beside the first. "There you go." He said. He stretched, yawning slightly. The sun had almost completely set by now.
“Thank you,” She said, pulling the finished crutch onto her lap and tying the other sock around the top of it. Once she finished the crutch she placed it carefully on top of the other, her mind wandering to life before the aliens came to earth as she settled back down against her pack. Her stomach growled and she sighed, easily ignoring it. Being hungry was something she was used to, there just wasn’t the food there was before. Most of it was either eaten in the first few months of he disaster or went bad, if you wanted food you either hoped there was canned food or an animal of some kind to catch.
He nodded. "You're welcome." He replied. Hearing her stomach, he pulled the granola bar from his pocket and broke it in half. He handed one half to her, taking a bite from his own half. "Eat." He told her, mouth full. He didn't exactly have great manners, although in this day and age, not many did. He looked out the window for a moment, then back at her.
Delia shook her head, handing him back the other half of the granola bar, “I just ate a few hours ago, my stomach just likes to yell at me.” That was true, she had eaten a granola bar of her own only a few minutes before she fell through the floor. Plus, that was her was of saying thanks to him, she couldn’t just eat it.
Jay shrugged, and took the half a bar back. "Okay. If you say so." He replied, eating that too. He brushed the crumbs off his hands, and pulled out his coat from his backpack, to use as a pillow. He glanced over at her, and realized she was still using his hoodie to cover her legs, while her pants lay to the side. He sighed softly, and lay down, curled on his side.
After a few more minutes of silence, she pulled her backpack out form under her head again and tugged her blanket out. Throwing the warm and very used blanket over herself, she pulled his sweatshirt off of her legs and gently tossed it at him. It was difficult to get comfortable when she couldn’t move her leg but she soon figured something out. She put her pants under herself to give a layer of warmth against the floor and covered herself up to her neck with the blanket. There was no way she was going to fall asleep tonight, but she could at least give the impression she was.
Jay took his hoodie gratefully, pulling it on, then laying back down. "Good night." He said softly. He didn't sleep much, if at all, usually, no matter how tired he was. Instead, he would just lay still, or sometimes he would get up and pace around, looking out for any aliens or approaching people.
“Night,” She replied just as softly, rolling awkwardly onto her side while keeping her leg straight. Her eyes flicked closed and she let her mind wander as the last rays of sun faded. From her life before this all happened, to Jay and why in the world he decided to help her, to everything in between. Everything besides her parents and siblings.
Jay took a deep breath, gold eyes closed. He pulled off his hat, setting it in his backpack, which was tucked protectively under his coat, using it like a pillow. His white hair shimmered in the dark, as any light colored things do. It was the reason he didn't take that hat off often; because his hair was like a beacon, no matter the lighting, but especially in the dark.
The silence was nice but almost eerie at the same time, with a light breeze blowing though the hole in the ceiling and through the broken windows. It was nice knowing the Earth was still the same home she knew, even if it was infested with a new and terrible species now. Delia couldn’t help but open her eyes after a few moments and she barely held in a gasp. Jay’s hair was white, and it seemed to glow.
He was laying on his side, back to her, curled up in a ball. His knife lay by his head, and his gun was tucked in his backpack, easily accessible if he should need them. He hated sleeping in the open like this, but the dark wasn't a good time to move around. The aliens had much better eyesight in the dark than humans, and if they saw him, they would kill him.
“Wow,” She murmured, barely audible before closing her eyes again. At some point in the night she must have drifted to sleep, much to her disappointment, because when she woke up again the sun was rising and casting a warm glow into the room. She blinked a few times and yawned, looking around the room to see if Jay was still there.
Jay was still there, standing over by the windows to watch the sun rise. He still had his hat off, and his pale hair gleamed in the sun. Although in some spots there was dirt caught in the strands. His backpack was on his back, coat and hoodie both inside it. He was standing quietly, not wanting to wake her up.
She sat up with a sigh and yawned, “Mornin’.” Delia stretched her arms out and groaned, trying to figure out how she was going to get her pants back over her broken leg so she could be back on her way again.
Jay looked over at her. "Oh. Good morning." He greeted calmly. He pulled the hat on, only a few stray strands escaping from underneath it. He came over. "How are you feeling?"
“Like I just fell through the floor of a building and broke my leg.” As soon as she had answered she started to roll up her blanket, stuffing it into her bag before starting to shimmy her pants onto her legs the best she could. It hurt like crazy on the broken leg but she needed them back on, she wasn’t too fond on hobbling around on her crutches without any pants on. Her stomach growled again and again she ignored it, telling herself she’d find something to eat at lunchtime.
Jay nodded, averting his eyes away so she could have privacy as she pulled on her pants. "Well. That would be true." He replied. Hearing her stomach, he smiled slightly. "Hungry?" He asked.