(no subject)

It's been a while since Boyd has been outside. He doesn't like it. And while it'll take some work to get the crop back where it ought to be, it won't be as bad as it was when he found it. Probably.

And he won't be out in the forest, which is creepy.

But for now, he's over by the fire -- not sitting in a chair, standing by the window, looking out to the back, where he won't go. He's got a glass in his hand.

It's remarkably quiet.