[Excuse you? Lisa is a beautiful and kind woman, how dare you? But Waylon has been mostly good about that... mostly. He's asked a few more times since his first waking day about his family, about Lisa. The boys. The fire Eddie spoke about, but it always makes him tense, annoyed, upset.
He stopped asking because he can't even be sure if what Eddie does tell him is true or not. Something to placate him or make him think he has nothing but his captor to lean on. It's easier to do his best to stay in Eddie's good graces and heal. Believe that his family is okay, that they're even looking for him all this time. They have to be okay. They have to.]
Right. Of course...
[It's ironic that Eddie says Waylon has trouble seeing things for what they are considering the situation. The man is deluded, insane he's sure. Why do this to him? Surely there's some petit perfect woman out there who would be happy to live the trad wife life with this man and his old ideals of a family. Why him? Why Waylon who's a married man with two children? What did Eddie see in him that drove him to this madness?
As Eddie hoists him into his arms, carries him upstairs, there's a twist in his gut. Finally he gets to see more of this place that has become his prison. This is his chance to learn more, see exits to the home, possible ways out when he can better move on his own. Though he's more caught off guard by how... impeccable it all is, what he sees of it. Everything in it's place. Everything put out with clear intentions of how things should look.
Then the dress. Or part of a dress. No. A gown. The realization of what it's meant to be hits him and Waylon feels such a strange mix of feelings about it. He can't even put his finger on them, but a thought rings out loud. That's for me. A loud thought in his head. That's what the measurements are for.]
Will you let me stay up here with you soon?
[Some what distracted sounding as his eyes stay locked on that dress until it's out of sight.]
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He stopped asking because he can't even be sure if what Eddie does tell him is true or not. Something to placate him or make him think he has nothing but his captor to lean on. It's easier to do his best to stay in Eddie's good graces and heal. Believe that his family is okay, that they're even looking for him all this time. They have to be okay. They have to.]
Right. Of course...
[It's ironic that Eddie says Waylon has trouble seeing things for what they are considering the situation. The man is deluded, insane he's sure. Why do this to him? Surely there's some petit perfect woman out there who would be happy to live the trad wife life with this man and his old ideals of a family. Why him? Why Waylon who's a married man with two children? What did Eddie see in him that drove him to this madness?
As Eddie hoists him into his arms, carries him upstairs, there's a twist in his gut. Finally he gets to see more of this place that has become his prison. This is his chance to learn more, see exits to the home, possible ways out when he can better move on his own. Though he's more caught off guard by how... impeccable it all is, what he sees of it. Everything in it's place. Everything put out with clear intentions of how things should look.
Then the dress. Or part of a dress. No. A gown. The realization of what it's meant to be hits him and Waylon feels such a strange mix of feelings about it. He can't even put his finger on them, but a thought rings out loud. That's for me. A loud thought in his head. That's what the measurements are for.]
Will you let me stay up here with you soon?
[Some what distracted sounding as his eyes stay locked on that dress until it's out of sight.]