[Sadrain]

December 6th, Chicago. Base.

Elek's jaw tensed slightly. "In this case, it's your question that is stupid." He took of the glasses and hung them in jacket's pocket, his eyes unusually bright and standing out in the dim room. "But fine, I will tell you." His mouth corner twitched, as if he was trying to decide between smirk or displeased expression. "When I walk on Surface, people keep staring at me, due to my eyes. It's uncomfortable for me to hold them closed, so I am trying to get used to glasses." He wasn't going to give her further details about that his eyes still served a partial role in his ability to see with mind's eye. He had appreciated Eve never mentioned his disability, but this had been quite over the line and her previous attitude didn't make up for it.

"Also, I have no stupid 'questions' for you, just some facts." His face turned towards her, eyes boring into Eve's face, as if he could not only see her with them, but also deeper, in her and trough her. His powers did not reach out to her mind, though, it was just a feeling, but very hard to shake off.
"Evan left Base to go as far as one of our second level outposts. There, she attacked one of the guards. He would have died, if not his uncanny healing abilities and someone who chased Evan away." Elek paused, but only for short moment.
"I need her to stay in Base. We have enough problems already, and you can't control her when she is not near you. I don't want Evan locked up or anything like that, just confined within the base. Try to get her understand she can't leave. And that's all for now."

December 7th, Chicago. Base.

Ryan slept very unwell. Strong pain, despite painkillers, plagued his left arm, while his dreams were haunted by nightmares he did not want to recall even in slightest when he woke up. Before he went to the therapy, he visited Alice, who had nurse feeding her at that moment. The woman smiled kindly at him.
"Ah, Ryan, it's nice to see you again."
Ryan smiled at the nurse and paid her a little compliment, trying to remember all he knew about being polite and social. The nurse flushed slightly.
"It's so sweet you're always visiting Miss Alice. I wish I had someone like that," the woman sighed softly, with slightly dreamy eyes.
Ryan's face grew colder and he laughed, a little nervously. "That's what friends do, don't they..."
The nurse gave him a strange look at the word "friend" and unintentionally, Ryan translated it as "how can you be friends if you don't even know her" - quite the opposite of what she had meant. So, feeling like stabbed in side, he hurriedly excused him self, muttering about therapy and fled the room.
"He is so strange sometimes, but it gives him a mysterious aura, don't you think so, Miss Alice? Certainly, he has to be one of the most handsomest and sweetest men I have ever met," the woman spoke to Alice as she brushed her hair.

The arm hurt more than usually today, and doctor said it was normal, after the therapy. Despite that, the man grit his teeth and worked extra hours in physical therapy, until the doctor had to nearly drag him away, telling that too much won't help, but rather do the opposite.

Ryan was a man who went for everything or nothing, always putting all of power and effort in something. His indecisive, insecure feelings about Alice and his place here made him work even harder and after the therapy, he could only sleep in bed and moan quietly for a while. That day, he stopped by Alice's room few times, but only briefly and for few words.