Okay, so Owen realised the part of himself that accepts he's an abnormal is always going to use that as an excuse to behave badly. If I can't be human, I'm going to be a damn good abnormal didn't work so well after that thought.
So that's his new goal. Living again. Heart beating, breathing, healing, having sex, drinking, being happy. All the good shit that Tesla can help with. (Hopefully.) Which is why he's standing outside the lab.
Frowning in confusion at what appears to be a lock/barricade, he very slowly counts to ten and knocks on the door. "Hey, Tesla?"
They're not exactly on first-name terms anymore. He's not sure if they ever were, really.
"Oi! Tesla! It's the zombie. I've come to apologise..."
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Date: 2009-12-29 05:53 pm (UTC)So that's his new goal. Living again. Heart beating, breathing, healing, having sex, drinking, being happy. All the good shit that Tesla can help with. (Hopefully.) Which is why he's standing outside the lab.
Frowning in confusion at what appears to be a lock/barricade, he very slowly counts to ten and knocks on the door. "Hey, Tesla?"
They're not exactly on first-name terms anymore. He's not sure if they ever were, really.
"Oi! Tesla! It's the zombie. I've come to apologise..."