[ Jamie dips out of breakfast when he can; he hasn't eaten enough, but he he doesn't leave empty-handed. No one seems to care, at least. He's not exactly sure where he's going at first, but it's easy enough to figure out as soon as he passes some high windows.
He's going outside.
There's someone sitting on a terrace, looking at the gardens and grounds beyond. The posture screams fuck off, but that's never stopped him before and he doesn't see why it should stop him now. He takes a deeper breath as he steps out of the house and walks barefoot across flagstone to get to the bench where the other guest is sitting.
Jamie sits next to them and sets down a peace offering between them: a bunch of scones he'd wrapped in a napkin. ]
You don't have to talk to me or anything. This is just fucking weird and I really fucking suck at being alone, so.
welcome: somewhere green
He's going outside.
There's someone sitting on a terrace, looking at the gardens and grounds beyond. The posture screams fuck off, but that's never stopped him before and he doesn't see why it should stop him now. He takes a deeper breath as he steps out of the house and walks barefoot across flagstone to get to the bench where the other guest is sitting.
Jamie sits next to them and sets down a peace offering between them: a bunch of scones he'd wrapped in a napkin. ]
You don't have to talk to me or anything. This is just fucking weird and I really fucking suck at being alone, so.
[ He shrugs. ]