[All things considered, the past few days could have been a lot worse. Of course he's worried about what it means that everyone is getting sick and the robots seem to be leaving their posts to take care of people. It seems serious, like a serious problem. But it's a relief to be immune to something, for once, to be able to carry on and take care of the people suffering from the illness. It makes him feel less like he's completely helpless when others are feeling sick, especially people he cares about.
But that isn't the main reason why things have been more enjoyable than anticipated. Mostly, it's because he hasn't been working alone. Reynir has been with him, working hard at chores, even the most menial ones, completely cheerfully. He's been scrubbing bathrooms and gathering garbage and rotting food and the whole time chattering about people in his village and his sheep and people here and sometimes even humming away cheerfully while they work. It's been surprisingly interesting to listen to, considering Onni's usual low tolerance for gossip and idle chatter. Maybe it's because Reynir is content to tell his stories and doesn't expect much out of Onni that it's easier to crack a smile or even let out a surprised laugh once or twice at a particularly funny twist in a story that he hadn't expected.
Still, Onni finds himself getting worn out more easily than Reynir, for whatever reason - maybe just because being away from the quiet of his home is more draining for him than Reynir, who seems to thrive on conversation and company. So he's in his room when Reynir knocks and pokes his head in, asking for laundry, lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his arms crossed on his belly.]
Ah.
[He sits up with a heavy sigh of effort, and looks around the room. It's neat enough, but there are a few shirts and pants that need washing draped over the back of a chair, and some smaller items of laundry piled up on the seat of it. He picks them up and walks over to Reynir with his basket.]
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But that isn't the main reason why things have been more enjoyable than anticipated. Mostly, it's because he hasn't been working alone. Reynir has been with him, working hard at chores, even the most menial ones, completely cheerfully. He's been scrubbing bathrooms and gathering garbage and rotting food and the whole time chattering about people in his village and his sheep and people here and sometimes even humming away cheerfully while they work. It's been surprisingly interesting to listen to, considering Onni's usual low tolerance for gossip and idle chatter. Maybe it's because Reynir is content to tell his stories and doesn't expect much out of Onni that it's easier to crack a smile or even let out a surprised laugh once or twice at a particularly funny twist in a story that he hadn't expected.
Still, Onni finds himself getting worn out more easily than Reynir, for whatever reason - maybe just because being away from the quiet of his home is more draining for him than Reynir, who seems to thrive on conversation and company. So he's in his room when Reynir knocks and pokes his head in, asking for laundry, lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his arms crossed on his belly.]
Ah.
[He sits up with a heavy sigh of effort, and looks around the room. It's neat enough, but there are a few shirts and pants that need washing draped over the back of a chair, and some smaller items of laundry piled up on the seat of it. He picks them up and walks over to Reynir with his basket.]
Do you need company?