Larry listens without looking around at Helga while she talks, slowly moving up the hall and taking in the little details of the place. "Could just be a backup in the pipes, could be something pissy," he replies reasonably, figuring every option would be valid in this scenario.
At the bathroom he fires off the Gearboy again and waits for a ping to follow the energy.
"Best way to prove your case to someone's to exhaust other possibilities," he points out as he turns around in place. His mouth presses into a line as he fires it off again. "Sometimes vents carry noise and drafts. Sometimes an incorrect mounting or fucked up hinges makes doors drift. My mom's career building maintenance and I kinda learned to look at all of this stuff too, y'know? So I can tell when it's that and not something occupying a space." But he knows that all that could sound like he's being dismissive, so he turns back around to face her fully.
"When I was a kid..." He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself. "When I was a kid, there was a d- ...something in my apartment building. I thought it was following me for like ten years. Turned out, it was following everyone. It killed some of my neighbors. It. It pulled some more bad shit. So...so you don't have to worry about trying to explain this stuff to me. Because I get it. People didn't believe me when I told 'em about it either. It sucks when people dismiss it offhand."
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At the bathroom he fires off the Gearboy again and waits for a ping to follow the energy.
"Best way to prove your case to someone's to exhaust other possibilities," he points out as he turns around in place. His mouth presses into a line as he fires it off again. "Sometimes vents carry noise and drafts. Sometimes an incorrect mounting or fucked up hinges makes doors drift. My mom's career building maintenance and I kinda learned to look at all of this stuff too, y'know? So I can tell when it's that and not something occupying a space." But he knows that all that could sound like he's being dismissive, so he turns back around to face her fully.
"When I was a kid..." He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself. "When I was a kid, there was a d- ...something in my apartment building. I thought it was following me for like ten years. Turned out, it was following everyone. It killed some of my neighbors. It. It pulled some more bad shit. So...so you don't have to worry about trying to explain this stuff to me. Because I get it. People didn't believe me when I told 'em about it either. It sucks when people dismiss it offhand."