Howard laughs so hard he snorts at the 'bling central' bit and pats R on the shoulder. "That's awesome. I need to give Julie a high five next time I see her." After he, you know. Apologizes for stabbing himself in the throat in front of her. That was kind of uncool of him.
God, he hopes Wyatt hasn't seen that footage.
The elevator door opens, and Howard steps out, holding his arm out to show R the band. The roof is always a comforting place for him. Perched on the rail like some sort of bird with shins instead of a tail, he can see the whole skyline, the Capitol no longer the daunting, busy city full of gawking mouths and prying eyes but a grid covered in glitter, reflecting the stars above back with even more sparkles. Howard's not someone who gets lost in the beauty of the world, but from high above - without the death, without the TVs, without the humanity that desecrates it - the lights and architecture put him in rapture.
Horrible as it is, he's entertained the thought of throwing himself off it a few times. He knows he couldn't do it, knows because there's a forcefield. He also knows that's the only reason, now that he's killed himself once.
He takes his usual spot, parked up on the rail. "I think it's pretty tacky, honestly. I'm not a bracelet kind of guy, but hey. Maybe I'll get into 'bling'."
He grins and gestures for R to come join him, looking at the city, looking at life from the minimum safe distance.
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God, he hopes Wyatt hasn't seen that footage.
The elevator door opens, and Howard steps out, holding his arm out to show R the band. The roof is always a comforting place for him. Perched on the rail like some sort of bird with shins instead of a tail, he can see the whole skyline, the Capitol no longer the daunting, busy city full of gawking mouths and prying eyes but a grid covered in glitter, reflecting the stars above back with even more sparkles. Howard's not someone who gets lost in the beauty of the world, but from high above - without the death, without the TVs, without the humanity that desecrates it - the lights and architecture put him in rapture.
Horrible as it is, he's entertained the thought of throwing himself off it a few times. He knows he couldn't do it, knows because there's a forcefield. He also knows that's the only reason, now that he's killed himself once.
He takes his usual spot, parked up on the rail. "I think it's pretty tacky, honestly. I'm not a bracelet kind of guy, but hey. Maybe I'll get into 'bling'."
He grins and gestures for R to come join him, looking at the city, looking at life from the minimum safe distance.