Coop isn’t in the room when he looks up, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess who’s responsible for the noise when coughing starts up from down the hall. Coop moves elsewhere in Drifter’s peripheral.Ī clattering sound jerks Drifter’s attention away from the conversation. “Hh,” Drifter says, waving his hand over the side of the couch in a gesture that obviously means yeah I’m doing great, and looks back to the conversation at hand, still coughing. He turns his face into the cushions, muffling it as best he can, but noises from the kitchen tell him that he doesn’t need to worry about waking up his brother. He turns over on the couch and paws at the table until he feels cool plastic in his hand, squinting at the screen.ĭrifter chokes on a wheeze that quickly catches in his throat and turns into an actual coughing fit. The buzzing of Drifter’s phone is what wakes him up the next morning.
#HYPER LIGHT DRIFTER BLACK SCREEN TV#
He puts his head in his hands to the sound of the TV clicking on in the living room.Īll he can hope is that, if Drifter continues to insist on looking for answers, he just doesn’t get close to the truth. Just try not to make it a habit.”ĭrifter knocks his shoulders with his on the way out of the kitchen, and it’s only when he’s out of the room that Coop starts to feel queasy himself. The last part at least gets a snort out of him, and Cooper shakes his head. Drifter starts, and that gets his brother’s attention again. Coop continues to eat, but when Drifter turns back, he thinks his heart doesn’t seem to be in it. Turning, Drifter takes a ziploc bag from the cabinet against the wall and leaves the remains of his food in the fridge. Go watch some History Channel or whatever.”
#HYPER LIGHT DRIFTER BLACK SCREEN TRIAL#
“You’re a clinical trial junkie,” Cooper says. Do you know what could’ve happened if someone else had found you first? Like, the police? I bet they wouldn’t even have to lie to arrest you on a drug charge.” “Drifter, Guardian found you behind a dumpster. “But you know this all sounds like nonsense to everyone else, right?” He looks up at Drifter, the bruises under his eyes emphasizing their unnatural color. Drifter continues, eyes locked on his phone. “Of course not,” Coop says, “then they’re called nightmares,” and Drifter scoffs. Drifter immediately reaches for his phone.ĭrifter narrows his eyes at the grim expression on Coop’s face. “You’ve been having the dreams again,” Cooper starts. “Now, or later?”ĭrifter sweeps a hand forward, toward his brother. Coop, on the other hand, sets his own sandwich down when he sees that Drifter is finished, and there’s a moment where neither of them say anything. Which is really an accomplishment, if you think about it, and Drifter decides he’s just not going to worry about it at all. He only gets halfway through before he can’t eat anymore. “Why are you allergic to using plates?”ĭrifter locks eyes with him as he pulls down the surgical mask covering the lower half of his face and takes a bite. He’s holding a sandwich - two - and holds one out. The AC stutters on as Drifter turns and shuts the fridge behind him. Cooper would be willing to bet his brother is at least as exhausted, if not more, but he’d be a shitty twin if he didn’t recognize by now that Drifter staying still was more worrisome than him refusing to do so. “Okay,” Coop says, “well, at least make me something too while you’re at it.”Ĭoop sets his glasses on the counter as Drifter rummages. “Nuh,” Cooper says preemptively as he opens the door. He glances around as the other fumbles with his keys, and is only slightly reassured when he finds no eyes waiting to meet his. He does his best to ignore it, staring out the car window through the drive, and he slouches the entire walk from the parking lot to the steps of Cooper’s door. The ride to his brother’s apartment is tense and silent for reasons that have nothing to do with Drifter’s inability to speak.
And considering Coop is supposed to be at work. Drifter has always been afraid of the water, and in those hours hidden in the alley, it was all he dreamed about. The door closes behind her with the unsaid command to sleep. Coop’s taking you over to his house when he gets off work.” “But you know I’m not the only one who needs an apology. “That’s a little better.” She holds her stance for a moment longer, hard lines and intimidation and fear - before sighing heavily and slouching against the door. Drifter pulls his scarf further over his head. Do I even need to tell you what we thought could’ve happened?” “Cooper and I spent all night looking for you. Drifter’s text to speech fills the room like garbled smoke.
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