Trianna stays where she is, brooding. Just trying to think.
After a while she says, "Alright Yvonne. Time for you to come out."
Yvonne jumps where she was hiding - one of the overhead vent ducts - then sighs, quietly opening the hinged grate.
"How did ye know?" she asks.
Cathal waits until everyone is out, then barricades the door. He still had that panicked look in his eyes as the shock wore off. He glances at Yvonne. “I’m…sorry I touched you. I shouldn’t have-“ he mutters.
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Tohru has his arms crossed. As he sees Yvonne, he becomes more tense than angry.
"And I'm sorry for coming at you like that. I wasn't actually planning on laying a finger on you. I panicked when I thought you might mess with some of the lab equipment. I just made the situation worse, huh?"
Yvonne sighs.
"Yer fine. Both of ye. But remember, I may be stupid enough to barge into a room full of pathogen - I am not dumb enough to mess with lab equipment. I leave that shite to scientists and nerds." she says quietly. "And I'm sorry by the way. Shouldn't have pulled my gun on either one of ye."
Cathal nods. “It’s fine…” his voice seemed to get even more quiet.
Tohru’s apprehension visibly fades. He hadn't been expecting an apology, but receiving one, and having his own accepted was a relief.
"That's- that's good to know, I guess," he chuckles, "I don't exactly blame you for the whole pointing a gun at my chest thing, now that I sit and think about it."
He pauses.
"Now that I've cooled down, even just a little, I'm glad you didn't run off and leave the bunker entirely."
Yvonne grins.
"Right then." she says cheerfuly.
Trianna chuckles at Yvonne's ability to bounce back so quickly.
Cathal didn’t seem to be able to recover as quickly as Yvonne did. Instead, he went completely nonverbal. Teddy gently nudges Cathal over to a chair and brings him something to mess with.
Tohru falls somewhere in between. He's relieved, sure, but he's exhausted and still a little frustrated that any of this had happened to begin with.
He sits back up against the wall, next to his bag again. Tohru doesn't particularly feel like talking anymore. He pulls a sketchbook from his bag. He hasn't touched it in weeks.
Yvonne goes away to do her personal workout, popping in her earbuds and starting up her playlist.
Trianna collapses next to her gear, exhausted for no other reason than she had no emotional stamina anymore.
Cathal stays where he is for the rest of the night, rocking back and fourth and only focusing on teddy and the fidget he had in his hands.
Tohru drags his pencil across an empty page. His lead breaks. He almost immediately forgets what he was trying to draw as he fumbles for a sharpener. Tohru’s hands are still very unsteady. His pressure on the page is alarmingly hard.
Doing sketches isn't quite working its magic on keeping him calm as it usually does. He's restless for the remainder of the night. Occasionally drifts off holding his book. Yet, he feels more on edge than he has in a while.
After a moment, Cathal walks over to him and hands him a pencil sharpener. He holds up a paper saying: ‘It works better.’
"I-uh… thank you," Tohru says, "This one's definitely dulled a lot from how much I used it."
He sharpens the pencil a bit and passes Cathal's sharpener back. His hand is still trembling. Tohru shows his shaking hand to Cathal and shrugs.
"I think maybe this is my problem."
Cathal frowns, then writes something else. ‘Don’t beat yourself up over it. Shit happens.’
Tohru presses his hand down to the book resting in his lap.
"It'd be nice if I could actually do the one thing that kind of helps me relax," he laughs.
Cathal nods, showing he understood. He sits down next to him.
Tohru takes a deep breath.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I shouldn't have escalated everything like that. It was very careless of me."
With his newly sharpened pencil, he starts to work on the outline of something new over the ghost of the old, erased lines.
His hands are still incredibly shaky, so it's not his best work, but it's still very clear that he's started on a sketch of Teddy.
Cathal shakes his head, dismissing his apology. He then watches Tohru sketch, smiling.
"I always find it easiest to just draw things I see when I'm… like this, I guess," Tohru says. He flips a few pages back. There are other sketches of people and plants, but mostly lots of birds.
Cathal smiles softly, then writes. ‘I like it.’ He looks at Tohru.
"I've got a thing for birds, if you couldn't tell," Tohru says, "I already did, but I feel like they're one of the few animals that's really held out through this apocalypse."
If he'd been paying attention earlier, Cathal probably would have noticed the Phoenix tattoo across Tohru’s back, and maybe a couple of his smaller tattoos, most of which were various birds of prey.
"But really, I just think they're nice to look at. And drawing feathers is fun."
Cathal nods, then writes. ‘Is that why you have so many bird tattoos?’
"Oh… well, yeah, I guess so," Tohru replied, "People do ask me a lot if they have deeper meaning, since they're often a symbol of freedom. But I mean, sometimes people just get tattoos because they look cool. And frankly, I'm one of those people."
He flipped back to the page where he'd started drawing Teddy.
"I don't think I'm going to be sleeping anymore tonight. Sorry if I'm keeping you up or anything."
Cathal shakes his head, writing. ‘It’s ok. I’m not sleeping either.’ He smiles at Tohru and watches him draw, petting teddy absently. After a while, Cathal mutters, “I like it…”