"Just being silly," Ned waves away the scare with a smile that is only just visible in the dimness of the hallway. When Daneel asks if he's looking for light or heat, he answers, "A little of both?"
He is glad for the contact as he quickly grabs the matches from where he saw them last, fumbling around in the dark hall closet. He doesn't like it, has never been fond of putting his hands where he can't see them, or know what he's going to touch. But of course he doesn't complain, because that would be silly. He's a grown man. Grown men shouldn't be afraid of the dark, and he isn't - for the most part.
"I don't think anyone's very fond of dark, mostly-empty houses, do you?" The lack of lights, the way the shadows erase the mundane details of lamps and wallpaper and scuffs on the baseboards amplified the emptiness of the house, made it all the more present to Ned that there ought to be more people here, suffering through all this. He wonders what Jesse or Galen or Kenzi would be doing if they were still here, and feels a stab of loss. "They're creepy, and depressing."
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He is glad for the contact as he quickly grabs the matches from where he saw them last, fumbling around in the dark hall closet. He doesn't like it, has never been fond of putting his hands where he can't see them, or know what he's going to touch. But of course he doesn't complain, because that would be silly. He's a grown man. Grown men shouldn't be afraid of the dark, and he isn't - for the most part.
"I don't think anyone's very fond of dark, mostly-empty houses, do you?" The lack of lights, the way the shadows erase the mundane details of lamps and wallpaper and scuffs on the baseboards amplified the emptiness of the house, made it all the more present to Ned that there ought to be more people here, suffering through all this. He wonders what Jesse or Galen or Kenzi would be doing if they were still here, and feels a stab of loss. "They're creepy, and depressing."