[Discretion is the name of the game. Or at least discreet is what she hopes to be when Chloe slinks in during the middle of the day to drop off one hastily wrapped care package near the front of the shelter Victor's set up for himself. The pressed cardboard box she's holding isn't light, isn't properly taped shut and damn if the contents rolling about inside don't make it any sturdier as she trudges through near knee high snow.
But it's fine, it's all fine: she'll set it on his doorstep, walk off, and put together a pair of makeshift rackets from torn down pine branches to keep herself on top of the snow for the trip home rather than under it as she ought to have done in the first place.
Option I Do What I Want: near his shitty ice shack
But it's fine, it's all fine: she'll set it on his doorstep, walk off, and put together a pair of makeshift rackets from torn down pine branches to keep herself on top of the snow for the trip home rather than under it as she ought to have done in the first place.
Ah well, hindsight and all that.]