week three, sunday

[FUCK

Everything is awful, and Barnham is pissed. Eventually, he ends up storming into the bathhouse, brow furrowed, expression flat--

And freezes when he gets to the water and notices someone who should definitely not...be there...if he was on the right side.

(Alarmingly, he can't even be sure if he went on the wrong or right side or not. He's tired and exasperated and frustrated and angry.)]

... Lady Instructor.

[A pause...and then he sighs. Whatever. Fuck it. They already stripped in the trial (fat load of good that did) and now... here they are.

He steps into the water.]

week three, sunday

[It's after everything... that he steps into the hotel lobby and sees her there. Even if they don't know the outcomes of the votes... she was under suspicion. For a long moment, he's quiet, expression tight--

And then he steps forward towards her, sighing.]

Madam Walken.

I do not intend to interrupt if you do not wish me here.

[He'll step right off if that's the case. But... if not...]

week three, sunday

[He has to go searching for her.

He waits until the entire farce is over with--until there's nothing left to watch, because he feels it his duty to see it through to the end. Their mistakes cannot be turned away from or avoided.

But after that...then he seeks her out.

He'll search for her pretty methodically, and once he does find her, his voice is calm. The saloon, huh... that's a fitting place for her to be. He doesn't even mind sitting next to her.]

Miss Maxwell... Are you opposed to company?

[He's calm enough--theoretically. But really, he's simmering too, and having the hardest time with this. But he's even more concerned for her. Apparently, "cooler heads" can't quite handle even this.

(Not that that's surprising.

Can anyone handle this?)]